"Oh my goodness! You reek of death!"
Charles looked down at his blood caked shirt and raised an eyebrow. "It's not mine."
"I don't care if it's not yours! The stench is incredible! What is that? You're going to have to bin those and take a shower right now."
"It's grave stink. I've just walked five miles, so I can't really smell it too badly now."
"Was it a bad one?"
"Yeah. Pretty bad... It killed Lynda before I could ram that stake through its heart. I fell into the things' grave with it on top of me. Yeah... Bad."
Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
Ooh! That’s scary! And to think I just barbecued a stake.
Christopher over 1 year ago
Nice! But I'm wondering about poor Lynda now, if she's going to become one of the undead.
Jeff Taylor over 1 year ago
Christopher, any good hunter will "Deal" with an issue like that ;)
Neville, there's nothing like a good barbeque but they're not usually fast enough ;)
VerityAlways over 1 year ago
Nice one!