“Why can’t these corpses walk into their grave themselves?”
Frank, Mary and I are currently cleaning up last night’s mess. Shortly after we killed the zombies, Mary and I relaxed. At that time, the unbearable stenches that we didn’t care about for a time caused Mary and I to run away.
After putting up a barrier to prevent any dark magicians from raising the dead once again, we go back to our wagon to catch some breath and rest.
“Are you sure you want them to walk?”...