08-18-2018, 08:04 AM
[align=center][div style="width:50%; text-align: justify"]After having seen most of the world, Zachariah can't say he feels the same about this town. San Creado isn't the nicest looking place, though for some reason tourists are still drawn to it - every day it seems like he sees a gaggle of them wandering about, laughing and talking loudly, snapping pictures and all. It's quite easy to distinguish them from the locals, mainly because most of said tourists don't have fangs. He's seen plenty of towns on the beach before. The ocean, the beach, none of it is as exciting as it used to be. San Creado is, vampires aside, just like every other coastal town to him. He's kind of hoping there will be something or someone to prove him wrong.
Repetitive as it is, Zachariah still finds himself wandering aimlessly about, looking for some new sights to see or at least some place offering free samples. He doesn't feel hungry, but if he presses a hand to his stomach, he swears he can hear it rumbling. Either that, or the infection has spread further. While roaming around, he comes across a small crowd on some street corner, populated mostly by tourists. From behind the crowd comes music, some street performer belting out a song he doesn't think he's ever heard before. His taste is pretty limited, but he supposes the guy singing isn't half bad.
By the time he crosses the street, the man is done, but Zachariah still digs a rotting hand into his pocket and fishes out a bunch of crumpled bills and loose coins. "Hey," Zachariah says, offering Tommy the handful of cash. Most of it is foreign and probably unusable, maybe even worthless in this particular town, but there might be a bank somewhere around here. "That wasn't too bad."
Repetitive as it is, Zachariah still finds himself wandering aimlessly about, looking for some new sights to see or at least some place offering free samples. He doesn't feel hungry, but if he presses a hand to his stomach, he swears he can hear it rumbling. Either that, or the infection has spread further. While roaming around, he comes across a small crowd on some street corner, populated mostly by tourists. From behind the crowd comes music, some street performer belting out a song he doesn't think he's ever heard before. His taste is pretty limited, but he supposes the guy singing isn't half bad.
By the time he crosses the street, the man is done, but Zachariah still digs a rotting hand into his pocket and fishes out a bunch of crumpled bills and loose coins. "Hey," Zachariah says, offering Tommy the handful of cash. Most of it is foreign and probably unusable, maybe even worthless in this particular town, but there might be a bank somewhere around here. "That wasn't too bad."
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