The Cursed Night
You can gaze a caravan formed by three big wagons rattle back and forth due to being overweight, protecting the caravan from two cowboys armed with modern rifles.
Your zombies line up on the road as if they had been summarily executed
the Dantesque vision of the accident with the horses and your wagon in black and shattered doesn't detain the wagon in the slightest. At all the speed at which their tired horses can gallop, they try to get away from the scene as if they were running from the devil himself.
You chuckle while observed your new body modified by the goddess of Wrath and Vengeance.
You watch with pure rage like guts and gore flow like a putrid goo from your zombies. But still, they keep going twisted and inhuman.
You swear surprised "What in hell?" as you hear no more than 100 meters away from your position a loudly crash. You run there hoping to somehow fulfil your revenge on them.
Step by step, tirelessly, your zombies stump smashing the ground in their path like twisted buffaloes, their faces are beyond terror some without eyes. Only your will directs them now.
When you approach the top of the small hill, you can see on the descent how one of the wheels of one of the smallest wagon has been derailed and overturned on the side of the road, between the tall grass and the pine trees.
You smell the air terror, adrenaline anguish ... The man has pissed on his pants and has erectile dysfunction. Three sisters wives and no descendants ...
They are all alive and defenceless. You sigh those cowards have fled ... Likewise, that is indifferent. Just as the earth turns, the revenge of your goddess will spread to the ends of the Earth.
Behind your back, your soldiers bite scratching the remains of the crash. eager to get to the meaty interior.
Overall, a great first night.
Your zombies line up on the road as if they had been summarily executed
the Dantesque vision of the accident with the horses and your wagon in black and shattered doesn't detain the wagon in the slightest. At all the speed at which their tired horses can gallop, they try to get away from the scene as if they were running from the devil himself.
You chuckle while observed your new body modified by the goddess of Wrath and Vengeance.
You watch with pure rage like guts and gore flow like a putrid goo from your zombies. But still, they keep going twisted and inhuman.
You swear surprised "What in hell?" as you hear no more than 100 meters away from your position a loudly crash. You run there hoping to somehow fulfil your revenge on them.
Step by step, tirelessly, your zombies stump smashing the ground in their path like twisted buffaloes, their faces are beyond terror some without eyes. Only your will directs them now.
When you approach the top of the small hill, you can see on the descent how one of the wheels of one of the smallest wagon has been derailed and overturned on the side of the road, between the tall grass and the pine trees.
You smell the air terror, adrenaline anguish ... The man has pissed on his pants and has erectile dysfunction. Three sisters wives and no descendants ...
They are all alive and defenceless. You sigh those cowards have fled ... Likewise, that is indifferent. Just as the earth turns, the revenge of your goddess will spread to the ends of the Earth.
Behind your back, your soldiers bite scratching the remains of the crash. eager to get to the meaty interior.
Overall, a great first night.
