Thankfully, though, the Vikings were known to make stink bombs, intended to stun the ships they boarded, and since I was not yet infected, only I knew the secret to the characteristic stinky clay pots. I SMASHED one! The stench of Sulfur and rotted fish guts was overpowering on deck. The zombie crew was at once confused and losing their footing on the slippery mess. This allowed me just enough time to escape the doomed vessel and head back to port, where I found an apothecary GIFTED in the treatment of zombie wounds. Thankfully my bite will only have slight consequences for me. As long as I take a slug of black coffee each morning, I will never become a whole zombie.
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