Chapter 139: Dead Zed Ned
As Balthazar stood between those two trees, in a dark forest at night, right on the path of an incoming zombie, he found himself questioning his life choices.
Was he doing it for the treasure? Or rather, for the potential for treasure? He did not even know what this treasure chest might contain, if anything at all. Was he doing it out of kindness to a fancy-talking ghost on the side of the road? Certainly not. Could it be that he was somehow finding a taste for completely reckless behavior like those foolish adventurers?
He shook off the thought. Not only because it seemed inconceivable to him, but also because there were more pressing matters at pincer at that moment.
Mainly the hungry ghoul lunging at him.
Please just work…
Sir Edmund’s reanimated dead body threw itself forward, mouth open and ready to have a crab dinner, when suddenly it crumpled up and fell on the ground rolling.
Yes!
The zombie grunted and growled as it rolled around on the dirt, angry and frustrated by the unseen force restricting his movements.
“Ah! I knew I’d find a use for that invisible cloak!” Balthazar cheerfully exclaimed. “One zombie wrap coming up for the gentleman in the white ectoplasm!”