Book of the Damned: Part one.

heres a story i made for wow, but it can be understood even if u havent played wow...
thought it wud be fun 2 post it here aswell since some ppl seem 2 enjoy reading storys and making their own n i hope u like it n maby make ur own story to..
enjoy..


The cold air was pinching his skin, as he laied helpless on the cold forest floar.
His fingers and feet were turning num as result of his massive blood loss.
He could feel the warm thick blood flowing from his body makin it colder by the minute, the sun were barely showing now, only a dark red sky were washing over him.
The shadows were lurking up on him, he was scared, but to weak to run and to afraied to move, even if he had been able to move.
as the last beams of light faded from the forest and the darkness sweeped around him he saw infront of him, a pair of dark glowing eyes staring at him.
And out of the shadows a dark shape revealed itself.
Infront of him stod something, not human, not annymore any way. Bent over, it slowly pulled out the dagger lodged in the man's chest.
the Blood was pumping out of his body and with his last ghasp he saw the undead lick his blood off the dagger as he faded into the beyond.
Now the undead kneeled down over his corpse and started to feed on it. It slurped and ripped while having it's meal.
but suddently it's head rose quickly and were still. Staired into the night, listening.
something was out there still.
It heard voices calling, the mans companions were looking for him, it would not be long before they would discover him.
the undead packed up but before he could make his retreat they spotted him, he felt their eyes in his back, and slowly turned his head.
The greasy hair dangling infront of his glowing eyes, and blood driping from his mouth and all around his dead and tourn up skin. The two men were terrified and stod still as rocks, but then they saw the body of their freind, and now the fear was gone and only rage and revange were in their minds.
they grabbed their bows, but before they had a chance to aim the undead faded into the night. Everything was quit, not a sound in the forrest, no animals, not even the wind were speakind.
And in the midst of the dark silence the screams of two men broke it.