(note, I send them to fight because a. my cage traps weren't reloaded yet, b) I am trying to make an interesting story here and c) I have no idea, BLOOD FOR ARMOK)
Events as they occured on 10th malachite 1251
Akroma and Zatam stood brave in the black sand. This was their new home, and they would not give in.
One of the Zombies seperated from the group as he was chasing Imp, and was clearly a good opportunity to begin the attack.
Zatam started the attack, wrestling the camel unto the ground, as Akroma started to swing his pick at the half rotten legs. his inital strikes were succesful, and 3 of the camels leg seemed even more damaged than they already were(brown wound).
However his luck abandoned him, as he failed to land any hits after the first few. Zatam started to strangle the camel, hoping to overpower it with brute force, but to no avail. The undead do not need to breath. But Zatam did.
And soon she was exhausted and gasping for air. This was when Akroma, who was still trying to get a hit on the camel made a cruel discovery. The wounds on it's legs were closing (brown wound to light grey wound(didn't know zombies do that<_< )).
Akroma's eyes widened in amazement: There was research to be done. He was so hyped that he did not notice that Zatam was making gagging noises. Her throat was a horrible view. The camel sqashed it flat, and as Zatam was falling on her knees, blood spewed from her mouth, like it was trying to flee.
Akroma realized that alone, he stood no chance, as the other Zombies were about to join the fight.
In a desperate move, he called every dwarf in the settlement for help, and to help they came.
But to no avail. One after the other proofed worthless against the undead army.
Zareth Mosos, the desert of tragey, fell.
(and again a fortress that didn't make it through the first year. Note to myself: stay the f*** away from haunted biomes)