The blasted zombies charge down the slope and chase ausieevil and Ezum down to the river, forcing the construction of wall they were building on hold. Felcis watches from nearby, choosing instead to focus his precious bolts on a much more edible alligator.
Digging goes slow. I suppose I can't help but be unenthusiatic about this whole debacle, and it's showing in my work.
The zombies get the dogs. If one of us was skilled with a weapon I'd say fight, but one hunter with a few bolts can't take out two zombies, or if they can I'm not willing to risk it.
The grasshopper men chase a horse back up the mountain.
No one touches the dog corpses.
Just as well, because now they're as loyal to us as any other zombie
I tell Felcis to stop hunting right away
Him and Sus share a look. They seem to hate zombies as much as I do, and they have the moxy to do something about it. They grab Ezum and and a weapon and run off after the undead menace.
Everything goes better than expected.
A cloud of foul ash drifts in from the east. I yell at someone, anyone to get a door built, I just don't like the look of the stuff, it doesn't look like it'll be kind on the lungs, at the very least.
But Iral is caught in the ash, and by the time it's passed over him you can hardly tell he's supposed to be a dwarf. He chokes on his own blood but moments later. Let's hope his corpse stays down.
Sus ignores the yells to get inside and stands by the river instead, fishing. Another cloud, the the list of deceased rises.
I think I saw Felcis's corpse wandering around out there.
(I'm still hopeful that this is salvageable but
wow. At least no one had time to get friendly with each other.)