Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20160817220837/@comment-26178112-20160825051818

Alex snapped his fingers as the corpse got up again, the slaves gased and one of the greenhorns started running.

"THIS IS UTTER-"

"kill him."


 * the corpse chased after its prey, it hopped onto his back and tore into his neck, pulling out tender flesh as it began to feast.*

"they also make the perfect slaves, he dead do."