The crisp night air had a whiff of dread in it. The city was sprawled out over the world map as a battered rud. It was awfully silent, and the darkness hungfrom the rooftops, providing cover for unclucky citizens... or so they thought.
A black, birdlike shape glided over the nighttime sky. If anyone saw it, they would pray for their puny mortal lives, for they would know it had seen them two. The black bird was Vorteld, Lord of the feared Corboss Manor, also known as "Uncle" fro his prominent position within "The Family", the largest and most dangerous Zombie faction in the city. He had already sated most of his hunger that night, but then agin, a zombies hunger is never slaked. Spying for prey, Vorteld continued his silent flight.
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