Caritas, Saturday daytime
Tino wasn't crazy. Tino wasn't going out there if he didn't have to. That was why he was holing up in Caritas, where it was safe and none of the beast things could get in. And where there was much-needed alcohol.
The zombies were sticking around, too. They kind of thought of it being like the band on the Titanic, though, playing nice soothing music for anyone who took refuge. Unless the drummer's arm fell off again.
[This is for anyone who wants to take refuge in a nice safe place with a sanctuary spell. NO OCD, no beasties allowed, and the regular Caritas post will go up later for evening.]
The zombies were sticking around, too. They kind of thought of it being like the band on the Titanic, though, playing nice soothing music for anyone who took refuge. Unless the drummer's arm fell off again.
[This is for anyone who wants to take refuge in a nice safe place with a sanctuary spell. NO OCD, no beasties allowed, and the regular Caritas post will go up later for evening.]