I exhaled sharply, stepping toward the edge of the tower. The city sprawled below, its ruined streets throbbing with the slow, shuffling movement of the undead. From here, they looked almost harmless—just shambling figures in the mist, trudging their meaningless path. We all knew better, at least I knew better. I had to take out a fist full of these fuckers before they reached the church doors. If anywhere near the size of the horde had peeled off to attack us actually made it to the entrance, they would for sure break in.
I rubbed my hands together, an idea forming in the back of my mind. A very bad idea. A Lucian™ idea. I would have to make sure that the world I resided in, honored the trademark. To be fair, even the earth didn't honor it, but this was my specialty, and I couldn't have randos show up and do stupid things and claim it was their plan.
