Elora protested against the goon pushing her along.

“We caught her trying to sneak in, boss,” said the lackey as he held her with his only arm.

“I wasn’t trying to sneak in,” she said, pulling away from him.

“Aren’t you a feisty one?” the boss asked, smiling his crooked yellow grin.

She had heard about him, but was surprised by the sight. In her experience, zombies where decaying flesh piles. He still looked half human. If not for the ash gray color of his skin and sunken features he could have passed for living. The rumors must be true. He knew how to keep the rot away.    Continue reading →