As a child, I had spent most of my life in caves. Zombies, skeletons, and other horrors were nothing new to us. I had always dreamed of exploring the world and making friends. How foolish I was. When I came of age, my father took me on a hunting trip. Everything was going fine, we had just lured some cows into our pit that we use to catch them, when suddenly. An arrow flew through the trees, a large group of human bandits had appeared from the tree line with bows and swords in hand. My father told me to run, I listened. I ran and i ran, tears in my eyes. When I reached the cave, I explained what had happened, everyone felt sorry for me and that everything was going to be ok. I could barely sleep that night, the image of the arrow stuck in my father's chest haunted me. It was only when I started to drift to sleep when I heard the first shouts of battle. I ran outside to see what was going on and the sight that I saw knocked me to my knees. The bandits had followed me, they waited till nightfall to attack our small cave, they had just broken through the gate at the entrance to the cave and were looting, killing, and burning everything. From knocking down doors and taking what's inside, living or not, to slaughtering my people. During my shock, a man had walked up to me. He kicked me inside my small hut and locked the door. I tried to get out, but to no avail. The sounds of people screaming and the crackling of flames ripped what innocence i had left away from me. Only then did I notice the rising temperature. The man who had locked me in my own hut had then set fire to it. The smoke started to pour in, suffocating me. I passed out.
After I don't know how long, I awoke. surrounded by ash, and bodies. My skin was burnt and my eyes dry. I looked around to see what had become of my friends and family. after a while of silence, I walked out of that cave thinking "Why am I still alive, surely some escaped." after walking for a while, I came across my dad's body, the bandits had taken everything of value, leaving nothing but the robes he wore. I decided to take those robes as a memory of our last moments together and gave him a simple burying.
Now here I am, 2 years later in the back of a caravan heading to who knows where. All I know is that I will get my revenge on those bandits and rebuild my home, better than the cave, and strong enough that if those bandits even think about invading, they'll piss themselves. That is my ultimate goal
