Ezkiel > Follow the herd.
> From the shadow the brim of your hat, you watch a herd of the undead move towards the forest. Looking for food. They had yet to notice you and your small lusus thankfully. You look down at said lusus with a grimace.
> The herd is moving towards the jungle, not such a safe place for you. They could hide and attack from anywhere- You have to follow them however. You just have to.
> Sand sweeps itself over your worn leather boots, and you adjust your duffle bag over your shoulder after pulling out your shotgun. You began to make way into the forest, stalking them. Theres too many for you to take on all at once.. You might have to use a bomb- the little low-blood you ran into a couple of moons ago supllied you with a arsenal for a hefty fee.
> You don't care if you ruin the wild life you just want them dead. Well... More so you just want them to stay dead. The dead shouldn't go a walking in the light.
