text: You hear a chuckle from inside and hear an old man's voice calling to you. "Oh don't worry so much and come on in, your abilities will grow stronger in time, you are simply less practiced than me!"
  
  You start walking to the door and see and old man with a broom sweeping some near invisible dirt out of the door before standing aside for you to enter.
  
  You walk past him to find yourself in the fanciest tailors you've ever seen, with suits you never could have afforded before the infection spread. You glance again at the old man then back to the suits. He is clearly well dressed but not in anything as fine as the clothing in the store.
  
  You hear him chuckling again as pulls the shutters down and closes the door leaving everything in a dim sort of twilight. "Yes I am the tailor not the customer. I made every suit in this store to sell to others but it never felt quite right to wear one myself." You can make out that he is looking you up and down, clearly not bothered by the lack of light. "You on the hand might need some new clothing; I'll adjust something for you later. For now let's head upstairs." He heads off still holding his broom and you follow him closely, trying not to bump into anything until you reach the second floor and light from the open windows makes it easier to see.
  
  You let him get several feet ahead of you to see him better. He is clearly a frail old man and you begin wondering if he is really strong enough to be the other harbinger when he moves faster than you thought possible and in right in front of you, pinning your arms in a grip that doesn't even let you move an inch. "Yes indeed I am the harbinger, and yes I am defiantly strong enough." He releases you and walks over to a small chair beside a table covered with slices of meat. "Come have a seat, and yes, I can read your mind. Your powers are developing but they are still in their infancy, I will train you to use them properly so long as you don't disappoint me."
  
  You take a seat and immediately recognize the smell of the meat as fresh human. The old man smiles. "Yes I usually have a couple hanging around in old cellars to keep them fresh for me, my servants bring them to me when they find them and I divide them between myself and my horde."
  
  He is clearly expecting you to eat, so you do. It's not as if you haven't eaten humans before and its nice to have human flesh again, it makes your whole body feel better. "Oh good, I was a little worried that you had sided with humans and might refuse to eat the meat but that's the first test past. Here is the second." The old man says to you as a shambler comes in through a previously closed door and begins to lunge for you.
  
  Your old reflexes tell you to go for your bat but your new practice kicks in and you reflexively lash out with your mind instead. You see it suddenly stumble back against a wall as if physically struck, before sinking down and not moving any more. "Ah, and the second test passed too, you didn't have to kill it though you know?" The old man says to you.
  
  "Erm, sorry about that, it was reflexive and I've only been using this ability for a couple of weeks, I didn't know I could kill them." You suddenly feel your nose bleeding again and quickly pich it to prevent the blood pouring out on your clothing.
  
  The old man gives you a very happy look. "Only a couple of weeks, well that is great news, it means you are developing very quickly. The quicker the development, the higher the potential! Well I accept you as my student. Over the next few weeks I will be training you in all aspects of your gift, starting with shielding your mind from others, we aren't the only ones out there you know."
  
  The old man pauses and looks at you intently. "That is of course if you choose to learn from me, if so I will teach you for a few weeks and you will then aid me in destroying the last holdouts in the stadium, the greater plans will be revealed after that. Or you can leave now."
  
  You glance around; he isn't holding a weapon or acting threateningly. You also are pretty sure he didn't lock the shutter and a glance out the window shows that the streets are clear. You try and sense the infected in the area again but try and block the old man's mind out as you do so to prevent the painful blindness from before. It somewhat works and you sense that all the infected are right where they were when you sensed them the first time. He clearly isn't making any obvious moves to trap you.
  
  Choose to stay and learn, it's what you are after all, a harbinger.
  
  Back out politely and head back to the stadium, you were happier there and the old man is a bit creepy.
  > Back out politely and head back to the stadium, you were happier there and the old man is a bit creepy.
  You decide to leave, you're not sure you want to learn from a slightly creepy old man and you were getting to like some of the people in the stadium, the food was even sitting better. You get to your feet. "Well I think I should be going, thank you for the offer." You tense but the old man makes no move as he replies. "This is a shame, you had so much promise and even managed to slightly shield my mind when you checked on my horde. Clearly a fast learner. It is too bad indeed."
  
  Seeing his lack of aggression you  head for the door, as you reach the stairs down you feel a sudden impact and looking down you see a foot of broom handle sticking out of the front of your chest around where you no longer beating heart should be.
  
  "Well at least you will make a very special meal." You hear the old man say as you tumble dying into the stairwell.