[The video feed flickers on to show a view of the sky. Birds sing, big white fluffy clouds pass, everything is serene. Except for the excessive coughing and occasional groaning in the background. The camera shakes from it’s perch and falls to the ground, giving a sideways view of a not-so-serene sight.
Zombie’s current position is against a tree, and some feet in the air. What’s keeping him there is a large wooden pike impaled through the chest. An arm is missing, and half of one of his legs lies just below him. His coughing continues as he struggles to remove the pike holding him with one hand, until eventually he gives up and slouches against it. The glow of his eyes begins to flicker until it diminishes entirely.
Above his head, scrawled on the tree in someone else’s blood, reads: “UNDEAD”]
[ooc; No this isn’t me being late to gang-day curse, haha~ it's related to another plot. Zombie is still alive (or as alive as a zombie can be?) but uh he has seen much better days. The feed is coming from somewhere inside Xanadu.]