I was painting a picture of my wife in front of a snowy mountain. The days are only going to colder.
"Aannd....finished." I say aloud.
"Does it look good?" My wife asks.
"Of course. You're talking to an experienced artist." I reply.
It was starting to get dark, so we decided to head back to the house. The walk back was cold and silent. When we made it back the warmth of the house melted us, it was the best thing we've felt all day.
"You get relaxed, I'm going to start dinner." I tell my wife.
"Tomorrow's going to be a long day for you, won't it?" She asked.
"Yep, tomorrow I will have to take pictures of landmarks in a Village not far from here." I reply. "Oh no! I forgot about getting food! I'll be back."
I grab my rifle and exit the house. Hunting wasn't all that bad, I just hate doing it at night.
I heard howling, but I didn't think anything of it.
After a little bit of hunting, I had enough food to keep us fed for the night. I walk back into the house and I set my rifle against the wall.
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Resident Evil Village: The Artist
FanfictionJohn Bloodhunter is an artist and a photographer who visits a lonely village in Romania. His seemingly peaceful trip takes a huge turn when he helps Ethan Winters find his daughter. John is 6,2, has dark brown hair, and brown eyes. He wears blue jea...
