He tracked her, watching her for days.
She destroyed zombies, ghouls, and wendigos.
Necromancers cowered before the light of her holy sword.
The peasants cheered her coming.
Still, he watched. And waited.
zombie
Serial Micro Fiction: Bitten
As Leikar crouched beside the Knight of Valor, a contingent of Tamarian forces appeared.
They stared at him then the burned zombies.
“Not one of them,” Leikar said standing and holding up his hands. “But this man needs immediate help. He’s been bitten.”
Serial Micro Fiction: Zombie Rot
Panic gripped Leikar. One of the gods’ chosen could not fall.
No like this.
He rolled the unconscious man over and saw the bite marks that had shredded his armor.
Zombie rot, and it was spreading quickly.
Serial Micro Fiction: Smote
As the last of the zombies fell motionless to the ground, Leikar turned to the Knight of Valor, half expecting to be smote.
Instead, the Knight dipped his head in thanks then collapsed to the ground.
Serial Micro Fiction: Given Up
Leikar knew zombies and knew how to fight them.
Most important thing was to keep them from getting too close to spread their contagion.
His fire spells did just that, and this kind of undead followed orders absolutely. They would continue charging headlong into the flames unless their master commanded them otherwise.
When no command came, Leikar assumed the Knight had already killed the necromancer.
They’d won, but he still wondered if he’d given up his own life helping the man.
Serial Micro Fiction: Fire
As the Knight of Valor destroyed the three ghouls coming at him from behind, the first wave of zombies closed in on him.
The Knight screamed as they tore at him.
Leikar ground his teeth, knowing the Knight was a fool.
But he couldn’t not help.
As he emerged from his hiding place, a fire spell was already
on his lips.