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The shambling figure slowly turned at Annalee's words, one eye hanging from a socket. Its throat was intact enough to emit an excited groan as the mindless creature spotted prey. It gave her a good look, from head to toe, and decided that the she looked particularly tasty with plenty of fleshy bits to chew on. It licked its lips, tried to wink at her, then began shambling with more purpose towards her.
All around, zombies began to stand up, either from the ground they'd sat upon or the trees they'd leaned against. As a whole, they weren't in a very good mood. Their desired food source had holed itself up pretty well in the nearby town, and after enough splinters from trying to pry the boards apart, they began to search the bog for anything easier to get to. Unfortunately, whatever lived in the bog moved much faster than they could. They'd even lost a zombie brother to a particularly deep bog; he was still 'alive', per se, but he was stuck deep in the mud, and none of them had the coordination to get him free.
All in all, more than twenty zombies are suddenly surrounding the merry party of three, and their collective howl and lip smacking brings every eye in Bogville to the cracks in boarded up windows, watching to see what happens to these strangers.
At the Bloody Rose Guild Headquarters
The girl's voice came from behind the polar bear throne that Guanicus still slumbered in, her tone still rather flat and low. "You keep your weapon for this mission, but if you do more than look at me, I'll fashion you into a new weapon rack."
A long silence followed after his three words of impatience, and then her voice, clearly irritated, sounded once again. "Fine. You should have taken the sleep option. Outside, five minutes." With that, a door slammed shut, and Guanicus awoke with a start.
"I'll call you whatever I please!" The wide-eyed man shouted, then looked around. He'd been asleep when Scarlet had attacked him, and it seemed he was somehow aware of it. "Where's that cursed girl? How dare she touch my robes!?" In his looking around, he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. He screamed and jumped out of the polar bear, hiding behind the table, his hands and body pressed against various parts of the mermaids' anatomy. "Why in a witch's tit do I have a beard? Nobody likes beards! They're completely out of fashion!" With that, he crawled away quickly, muttering something about a showing the unseemly facial hair who was in charge around here.
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