Dreth moved steadily on up the mountain trail. Walking beside him was Adel, who was now dressed in a travelling robes and sporting a large backpack. Behind them the zombies lurched tirelessly along, muttering to each other randomly as long forgotten sights percolated through their rotten brains. Sprat scampered about, examining every new little thing excitedly.
"How much further?" asked Dreth.
"The cabin is near now," Adel replied. "It was the most out of the way place I could think of that wasn't too far away."
"Emerald better be all right," said Dreth. "I don't think Something will be pleased if I let her die."
The Head woman sighed. "I told you before, Tybalt knocked her out. The worse she'll have is a headache, he's good at what he does."
Dreth scowled. "He'd better be. If she's dead and her body wakes up to kill me, I'm not going to be happy."
Adel's obvious puzzlement at this statement was cut short as they rounded a sharp bend.
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