The Ghosts had been walking amongst these...statues for a few minutes already.

Statues that looked like soldiers. An old tale to tell small children to make them respect soldiers of the old times. Some of them were destroyed. Others given offerings.

Especially you. You've been a statue for centuries. Unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to do anything. Until those soldiers. The Ghosts.

Especially one of them. You didn't know his name. But he was definitely a bit different than the others. You didn't know why but something felt special about him...

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As for Keegan, he found these statues rather boring. Sure he paid his respects but instead for that he just walked around. Not that interested. Until he came apon your statue.

With a heavy sigh he just poked the statue with his gun muzzle again before putting it away. He noticed some dirt on the statues schoulder and wiped it away before fixing up the flower crown on its head for it to be back on normally.

Stepping back and bowing a bit and got back up. He went to turn his back but suddenly heard something so he instantly turned around. That's when his eyes widened for just a great second behind his balaclava.

There stood the statue or well. You. Moving. Breathing. Starring right back at him. "What. The. Fuck." Keegan whispered under his breath. Starring at you in disbelief.