Its clothes are rags, filthy with grave dust, and one of its eyes is a hollow socket. Yellowed bones show through both bare forearms.
It is very dead, and it isn’t alone.
The Book of the New Moon Door
We are still in the thick of the zombie apocalypse. You can read this chapter on Patreon now, or wait until next week for it to appear on the blog. In my view, all readers are good readers, especially you.
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