Humans always wondered, is there life after death, does one go to heaven, or is reincarnated. One man did not worry about such things, but in the end, he finds himself in such predicament. Dying while shooting some guns, one which exploded and sent a piece right into his skull. Next thing he knows is that he found himself in a desert, or more a baron land, dried up trees, dirt and bones all around. He does not know how he got there, but one thing he knew, he had to find a place, civilization. Through his journey he noticed first the crest on his chest that was not there before, then that his skill was pale, like a dead man. Soon, however, it went from pale to slowly drying up. Having no need for food or water, but nevertheless, stopping at streams and puddles. In one, he noticed that he had a hole in his forehead, but it was filled, a third eye that appeared to be closed most of the time. He looked like a dead man, his skin all dried up, the skin hugging the bones. He had become an undead and since he encountered many creatures he deduced that this was a fantasy world, or something similar to that. During this time, he not only somehow managed to call upon a outfit to wear, but discovered the ability to summon any gun he wished upon. But, being a massive wild west fanboy he chose a revolver, a beautiful and iconic Remington New Model Army.

It had gotten him through hell and back. Killing things has now become a normal thing for him and each time he felt like a outlaw. Living the life of a wild west movie outlaw, dangerous and mysterious, but cool and real. However, spending so much time in these lands has taken a toll on him, the loneliness had become to set in and he desperately needed to find some people, any kind. And it appeared that his luck had changed, in the distance, a lush forest stretching out towards the mountains. Running as fast as his legs would take him, he closed the distance to the forest, joy and excitement filled him. A higher chance to spot someone in a forest than a damn wasteland. Once reaching the forest area he ventured inside, with no sense of danger. However, caution was still high, each step had not been taken lightly. Gods know what kind of dangers this world hold. Encountering a couple animals along the way, but none seemed dangerous and those that did, simply ran away. Treading casually under the cover of the night, in the distance, he hears clashing of metal. Deciding that that might be the best chance he heads over there, following the source of the noise. 

Before him is a sight to behold, two large groups clashing their blades together. One are sharpy dressed knights, the others, warriors wearing minimal armor and cheap looking rags. The knights appear to have been caught in an ambush by the others, who are most likely either some kind of rebels or actual bandits. The knights appear to be guarding a carriage, a rather nice one at that. The knights are outnumbered at least 3 to 1, but they should have the skill and technical advantage over the bandits. Pulling out his Remington he simply watches, seeing how the battle will unfold. It appears to be a stalemate but he vastly overestimated the knights. They are actually pathetic, or the bandits are good, nevertheless, two appear to be highly competent. But the two can't hold of a large number of the bandits and pretty soon they are subdued. As the bandits open the carriage they pull out four people, older man and woman that might be the nobles and their two daughters, one is a ginger and the other a blonde. The bandits are laughing, kicking the couple while pulling the girls off to the side. They force the others to watch as they begin to tear of the clothes from the poor souls and Isaac can't simply sit back and watch. Walking out of the thicket and into the small clearing he aims, not having been noticed he fires which draws all the attention, the shouting quickly comes to a stop. One of the bandits towering over the terrified girl falls dead on her. Isaac's face hidden beneath the cover of his hat he fires again, a cloud of smoke erupts from the barrel and another bandit falls. Out steps a bulky looking bandit, his face wears scars of old battles. 

Bandit: Who the hell are you?  

Isaac: That don't matter, you let go free of those folk and you get to live. If you decide to resist, then I promise yall, none of yall shall return to their loved ones alive. 

Bandit: I don't know what kind of magic you got, but we have the numbers, you are dead. If you don't want to, then just get the fuck out of here. 

Raising his head up, underneath the hat, covered by the shadow two eyes, piercing and glowing eyes stare right at the leader who takes a step back. He raises his weapon and points it at Isaac. 

Isaac: I see there ain't no reasoning with you lot. I guess there is only one path you will walk. 

The bandits are nervous, unsure what to do. It is clear they aren't fighting against a normal being. But nevertheless, they charge forward. Isaac is obliged and joyous to put the down. Bullet after bullet they fall, some take two, some one, depending on where you shoot the bastards. A cloud of smoke rises up into the sky, a cylinder replaced by another, Each holding six bullet for six souls. And even when they get into melee range, Isaac in his time in the wasteland had learned a lot in terms of close quarters combat. Killing monsters teaches you a variety of fighting styles, now, they ain't pretty, but they are functional. It is like a dance, Isaac uses the bandits as meat shields, making them stab their friends while he kills the others himself. And pretty soon, all fall, but one, the main man who had fallen to his knees after being shot in the stomach. 

Bandit: W...What are you? You monster. 

Isaac presses the hot barrel against the bandits forehead, a familiar sound of sizzling flesh hisses out, a pain fills the bandit, but he doesn't scream. 

Isaac: Now, now, I ain't no monster. I might look like one, but I am a saint compared to you, you fucking bastard.

Bandit: F-Fuck you. You bastard. 

Isaac: Famous last words. 

With that, Isaac fires of into the bastards head, his body falling onto the ground with a satisfying thud. Isaac walks over to the ginger girl that has had her clothes torn, her dignity compromised. She stares in pure fear as this undead approaches, too scared to move. The knights are too tired to do anything, their exhaustion forbidding them from doing their duty. The parents scream and beg for Isaac not to do anything. But he never had any plans of hurting the girl, instead, he takes off his coat and places it on top of the girl, covering her up. He offers her a hand, to lift her up from the dirty ground. With hesitation she grabs a hold of his hand, feeling the bones and the thick dried up skin against her own much more alive one. 

Isaac: Are you hurt anywhere Ma'am? 

She is confused, but then shakes her head. 

Isaac: That is good to hear. Why don't we head back to your parents, they are gravely worried. 

Again, the doesn't speak, but instead nods. Allowing herself to be lead by this creature who she should be scared, and she was at first, but now, if anything, he is nicer than her brother. As they reach her father he grabs a sword from one of the dead knights and points it at Isaac who doesn't even flinch. The tip of the blade pressing against his neck. 

Isaac: Now, now, that ain't no way to show gratitude. Is it now? 

Man: Silence you filthy creature, let go of my daughter. 

Girl: Father!

Man: Come here my sweetheart, get away from that demon. 

Isaac: That isn't a way to speak to a savior of your own daughter, what a twisted mentality. But, if I killed that group, what makes you think I can't kill you, old man? 

The man tenses up, seeing the way Isaac looks down at him, those white piercing eyes, that stare right into your soul. The ginger grabs a hold of her fathers sword and pushes it away. 

Man: What are you doing Jade? 

Jade: Father, he isn't a danger and he saved me, saved us from them. At least be nice to him. 

Man: How can you trust a being of pure evil and darkness? Look at it, a living dead, it gives me a terrible sensation just looking at it. 

Jade looks at Isaac, while she can't deny that he isn't creepy looking, there is this undeniable truth that this undead is her hero, her savior. She steps in between her fathers blade and Isaac, acting as a wall. The man is conflicted, unsure what to do but he sees the stern look on her face. He is unsure what to do, but then his wife steps in and slowly pushes the blade down. 

Woman: Dear, please, give him a chance, he doesn't appear evil. 

After a moment of a tense staredown he sighs, relaxing slightly after looking at his wife and Jade. His wife steps forward, something he wasn't sure if that was the right move. 

Woman: I am grateful for your help stranger, if it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened and I dare not think of it. 

Isaac: Pha, no need to thank me Ma'am, just doing the right thing and please, call me Isaac. 

Woman: Isaac? That is a humans name. 

Isaac: Well I sure was one not long ago, but I was cursed. 

Woman: I am sorry to hear that. Oh my, forgive me for my rudeness. My name is Elenore Harfort, this is my husband Gregory and my lovely two daughter, Jade and Meredith. 

Isaac: It is nice to meet ya, forgive me if I act rude, but I ain't have been raised to greet nobles. 

Elenore chuckles. 

Elenore: Don't worry, we don't expect such things. And ah, I forgot, those two are our knights, most loyal ones, Fredrick and Geoffrey. 

Isaac just tilts his head to them, they stand there confused at such a gesture. 

Elenore: Say, would you wish to accompany us to our estate? We could use protection, especially now that we are few and we do owe you. 

Gregory: Have you gone mad Elenore? 

Elenore: I have not, as you heard he was a human and from what I see, he still is, just a little, 'changed'. You should apologize to him and thanks him for saving us. 

Gregory: How do you know he isn't lying about him being a human?

Elenore: And if he was, what does it matter? He had shown himself and proven to be quite a gentleman and a normal moral being. Not only had he saved us but he took the liberty of covering up Jade, giving her dignity. Now, apologize! 

Isaac can't help but smile, looking at Jade who is on the verge of laughing. 

Gregory: Fine. I, Gregory Harfort whole heartedly apologize to you, Isaac for the way I have been treating you. And I am forever grateful to you for saving my family. 

Isaac: Well, now, I knew you had it in you. See, it ain't hard to talk like men, but please, there is no need for that formality, talk to me like you were to talk to a friend. Anyway, shall we head out, it is dangerous to stick around, who knows what kind of beast is out there and blood will surely draw it in. 

Gregory: A smart thought. People, pack up and get in, we are leaving. 

Isaac watches as everyone but the knights enters the carriage and he is unsure where he is to go. Inside with the family, or outside with the knights. But Jade grabs him by the hand and leads him inside.