Reply to thread

Message

<blockquote data-quote="Krug" data-source="post: 2162229" data-attributes="member: 2141">As Jianna looks for escape routes, she spies the Priest drawing out a silver cross. What's he up to now? she wonders.The twilight catches the cross and it seems to blaze with its own fierce light. &quot;Begone! Foul creatures of the night!&quot; he shouts, and Jianna is surprised to see the zombies avert their eyes. Whatever little minds they have left still remember fear, as they cower and moan. Jianna sees that one of the zombies is a teenage girl, still in braids, whose life was exchanged for this undead state. She feels an aura of safety around the Priest, and realises he is not a normal man.The hound snarls as the trio continue down the path, the undead skittering away. Jianna swears she can see smoke ascending from the bodies of some of these creatures, as if they were ready to burst into flames. The trio are right outside the closed main door of the church. It is a modest affair, with barred windows. The bells continue to toll, pounding their rhythm into one's head.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Krug, post: 2162229, member: 2141"] As Jianna looks for escape routes, she spies the Priest drawing out a silver cross. [i]What's he up to now?[/i] she wonders. The twilight catches the cross and it seems to blaze with its own fierce light. [b] "Begone! Foul creatures of the night!"[/b] he shouts, and Jianna is surprised to see the zombies avert their eyes. Whatever little minds they have left still remember fear, as they cower and moan. Jianna sees that one of the zombies is a teenage girl, still in braids, whose life was exchanged for this undead state. She feels an aura of safety around the Priest, and realises he is not a normal man. The hound snarls as the trio continue down the path, the undead skittering away. Jianna swears she can see smoke ascending from the bodies of some of these creatures, as if they were ready to burst into flames. The trio are right outside the closed main door of the church. It is a modest affair, with barred windows. The bells continue to toll, pounding their rhythm into one's head. [/QUOTE]

Verification