The Horror - R1 P8 .END.For Cari's sake.She wouldn't rest the whole night if she knew an undead was crawling around just meters from their shelter. Skye thrust the sword through the zombie's neck. Its last call was cut off abruptly. The head of the thing rolled away from its body, the limp thing collapsing without another pitiful wail. With that taken care of, Cari and Skye made their way to the wood that had been scattered across the ravine floor. The goat was nearly freezing his tail off - this cold was starting to become deadly. Cari sat down against the overhang while Skye gathered the sticks and wood. He returned to her and asked her about shelter. "I don't
The Horror - R1 P7 Stuck under the several tons of the beast, was a writhing undead, worming its way from the raven's lower neck, jaws grinding and chewing, whole body slick with blood. Cari let out a bloodcurdling scream. "Zombie!" she shouted, but was too weak to scamper away. Skye held a tight grip on her. The undead's eyes rolled back into its head, crawling limply forward. The skin of the monster was pale and laden with boils and the soft sizzling from the raven's internal organs. There was a massive red and yellow orifice where it had … eated its way out. At the sight of the two lost people, the zombie turned its head towards them, snapping and moaning.
The Horror - R1 P6Taking a glance to the side, Cari and Skye saw the mother raven, heaving, organs shimmering on the ravine floor. The creature's body was no longer intact, but it was still breathing. Soon it would lose blood … right? Skye wasn't sure, however. Things in this strange realm didn't act the way they did back home. His heart was heavy with fear and worry. The overwhelming stress of Cari, a massive dying bird, and the oncoming cold was too much to handle. The ungulate took a deep breath. Xenophobia meant nothing here. It was form bonds, or die. He stood up and helped Cari to her feet, helping her walk by letting her sling her arm around Skye's sh
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