Snippet #1169805

Charles sat down in his rocking chair. The zombie looked at him with dead eyes.
'' don't just stand there go guard the door'' He said anoyed and looked at the leather piece in wooden frame where all his medals was. From the war against the americans to the war in irak. He sighed and got up and walked to the desk. The desk was filled with bottles with different labels. He took a bottle with the label Young girl from canada.
'' Ah.. How lovely'' He said and smiled. But then he remembered that his last wineglass was crushed by that brainless zombie in an atempt to place it on the desk. He would have to search the house for a glass. He would just make the same runes he always did. In case shit hapeneds and the zombie can't defend the door. The runes protected the door from tresspasser. He had learned that trick from a paranoid mage... that was killed by his own shadow. How sad.

When he had finnished making the runes on the door he grabbed his bottle and got out of the room. Wadsworht jumped onto his shoulder and chewed on a grape that Charles had given to him. He was just about to go upstairs when he noticed that the brainless zombie followed him.
'' No.. You stay here and guard the door'' He said slowly and irritated while pointing at the door. That zombie clearly missed all of his brain.
'' Now Wadswhort shall we find a glass?'' He asked happily and walked upstairs.