#TenByTen
I gazed across the thick tree branch towards the wooden abode where a restless Noah attempted to rest within. We were far above the amassing undead creeping below. The tree house would be sufficient for now as I documented the effects of the vial Noah and I had released into the Kings River.
The hordes were growing quickly in number. The kingdom would soon be wholly consumed save for the single village we had not infected. All was going according to plan yet I required one last component to trigger the vial in Noah's heart.
Then I would return home.
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30 Days Of Undead Summer
HorrorWhat then, pray tell, does one do when faced with an armada of the undead. None of the ghouls and restless spirits that haunt the great Tower of Baptism. Discounting Perceval the Wandering Necromancer and his own demonic specters and platoon of bone...
