The Cursed Night
Your zombie lovers slowly guide you through the same muddy road you were following the Truckee River, which it is named in honour of an honourable guide of the explorers, a Paiute leader. The stream seems to roar menacingly nearby while the rest is silent only break by the distant howl of the wolves.
You are no longer afraid about anything, you have no more doubts about your fate. Your muscles insatiably run along the road escorted by your zombies, feeling like the icy wind lovingly caresses your body.
Unexpectedly, the light of a campfire shines on the other side of the river. Your new instincts sing a story of smugglers and bounty hunters; The voice inside you explains:
"Mortals," pause a few dramatic seconds, you can feel hatred and desire for revenge within your own body, changing you and giving you new powers. "Of course, as every white man, they only care about money, they have been paid to kill the band you just turned in your snakes' slaves."
A playful smirk comes to your lips and you suggest: "Maybe we could make a good orgy with them and joining the zombi snake army."
The Mistress inside you ponders a moment and adds out loud with a voice that reminds you of a decrepit toothless old lady:
"Aren't you too eager to lay with the men, eh? Without a doubt, you will be a great asset to me. Now, you only have to lose the last reminds of your life. Give your body to me!"
You are no more. Another creature wandering in the night.
You are no longer afraid about anything, you have no more doubts about your fate. Your muscles insatiably run along the road escorted by your zombies, feeling like the icy wind lovingly caresses your body.
Unexpectedly, the light of a campfire shines on the other side of the river. Your new instincts sing a story of smugglers and bounty hunters; The voice inside you explains:
"Mortals," pause a few dramatic seconds, you can feel hatred and desire for revenge within your own body, changing you and giving you new powers. "Of course, as every white man, they only care about money, they have been paid to kill the band you just turned in your snakes' slaves."
A playful smirk comes to your lips and you suggest: "Maybe we could make a good orgy with them and joining the zombi snake army."
The Mistress inside you ponders a moment and adds out loud with a voice that reminds you of a decrepit toothless old lady:
"Aren't you too eager to lay with the men, eh? Without a doubt, you will be a great asset to me. Now, you only have to lose the last reminds of your life. Give your body to me!"
You are no more. Another creature wandering in the night.
