Snippet #1113345

Joel couldn't move any more. He felt as though his whole body went on shutdown almost instantly. As he crawled back, he felt rather soft hands on his shoulders, his eyes lit up as he looked up to see Naydelle holding him back. "Naydelle......help me" he whispered softly, weak, as he closed his eyes and passed out. His body remained there as the rest of the group was preparing for the next wave of forces soon to come. The question, however, was if Joel was going to be able to make it to the next wave or if he'll end up joining his undead alliance.

As his body laid there, lifeless, his mind reflected the opposite condition. His thoughts swarmed with far too many questions. What happened? Why did my undead army collapse? Why did I become so weak? Who were those people? And Naydelle?.....Naydelle. That very name brought a spark of joy to his thoughts, but dimmed by the reminder of her current state. She was all alone with no means of protecting herself. Is she ok? What if something happens to her? I made a promise to her father that I'd look out for her....And if I ever am to wake from this momentary rest, I'll give my life to save hers.