When I first met them all, of course, I was alive. I was alive and terrified. I was running for my life. Wasn’t quite fast enough. The other night, I found the zombie who’d started the chase. He and his hoard would have had me if the vamps hadn’t let me into their decrepit keep. Anyway, we had a nice little chat. He died in the 1900’s. Very interesting life—err, death. Like everybody out here, he’s hungry. I’m the first person they’d had a chance at in fifty years. There’s a lot of resentment toward the vamps right now.
Champion of the Undead
Tale Told 