Oct 20, 2017
@purrveit
“Ow... Ow!”
THUMP!
The swinging of a large stone fist caved in the skull of a particularly feisty zombie that had been trying to bite his way through his tough hide. He was clearing a way for the lady to get to her ride, having become a bit distracted by talking to her. Before he knew it, a zombie was gnawing on his wrist like a damned mosquito. “Y’know, you should probably get outta here while ya can.” He muttered, glancing over his shoulder at a small group of the bitey bastards stumbling their way, groaning loudly.
“Ah, shut it already. I’ll come give you your lumps in a second.”