Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Edmond readies Deathwail in anticipation. He focuses and four ghostly lights appear stringing themselves along the alley.
"Brindom, prepare your holy symbol, we might need it."
He approaches slowly, hoping against hope he'll just find some scavenger moving instead of expected zombies. To hope he'll find living person who recovered he doesn't even dare.
If nothing jumps at him he pokes the pile at the place of movement trying to dislodge covering corpses.
"Brindom, prepare your holy symbol, we might need it."
He approaches slowly, hoping against hope he'll just find some scavenger moving instead of expected zombies. To hope he'll find living person who recovered he doesn't even dare.
If nothing jumps at him he pokes the pile at the place of movement trying to dislodge covering corpses.