The Revelation
Ian steps out of the castle-turned-theme-restaurant, the heavy double-bladed axe in his hand. He stares at the blade as he walks, taking in its details. The wood and leather of the handle and the metal of the blade itself are all green, and the handle is carved to have ivy growing around it and wrapping around the head.
Behind him, in the dining hall, Peregine stands over the unconscious gunmen, their guns disassembled in the corner.
Before him, the others stand triumphant over the zombies and more unconscious gunmen. The zombies begin to evaporate, and moments later, there's no trace of them.
Ian looks at the missing zombies, the unconscious gunmen, and the axe in his hand, as if trying to figure out what is the strangest thing to discuss.
"I JUST BLOCKED A BULLET WITH AN AXE!" he declares. "What the hell is going on?!"
Behind him, in the dining hall, Peregine stands over the unconscious gunmen, their guns disassembled in the corner.
Before him, the others stand triumphant over the zombies and more unconscious gunmen. The zombies begin to evaporate, and moments later, there's no trace of them.
Ian looks at the missing zombies, the unconscious gunmen, and the axe in his hand, as if trying to figure out what is the strangest thing to discuss.
"I JUST BLOCKED A BULLET WITH AN AXE!" he declares. "What the hell is going on?!"