The zombies are kind of fun to hang out with, now that I’m dead. The other vampires are a bit standoffish—old money and all that. The zombies, and the few ghouls I’ve met, we get along just fine. They all say they’d work for me, but I keep telling them I don’t have a castle in the forbidden forest or some dreary, out of the way hotel to lure lost travelers too. I’m just getting started myself. Work is pretty slow right now for the undead. A sort of depression is haunting the underworld. The other vampires haven’t noticed.
Champion of the Undead
Tale Told 