Malignant Force

After the shit that happened two nights ago Judas was in desperate need of a good night’s sleep. The only problem was that the man wasn’t that tired to fall asleep. What a joy to be him! So instead of staying in his bed Judas got up, put on some clothes and walked out of his house. It was weird to be in Nordshal once again. It had been years since the man had been here. When he started his training he stayed in d’Auvignon and then he went off the rails and stayed in the woods. For a short moment he paused, trying to repress the images that popped up in his mind. The boy he had bitten, the aftermath. He still hadn’t decided if he was actually going to find the kid. Eventho, as far as he knew he could be death. Which for now meant he had killed another soul, but this time an innocent one. As he stood still in the middle of a small square he received some strange looks from people that walked by as if he was someone who belonged in the crazy bin. He had been standing there for quite a while now, literally just standing there staring at the ground like he was a lost little puppy. Which in fact Judas really was.  When it was time to snap out of that trance he was in, he was snapped out of it quite harsh. A woman bumped into him which made him stumble towards a wall where he regained his balance again. Immediately he looked up to the person that stood a little further from him. ‘Euh, I’m sorry?’ It really wasn’t his place to apologize to her but he couldn’t help himself. His head was a mess and that bump made him even more confused then he already was.