And 5 arrows makes 5 dead ones.
Ah wonder why more people don't hide out en trees. They're not all comfy sure, but they got one thing that a bed can't have: range. Get me en a tall oak and no zombie can make it within 100 meters close to me.
The sun es going down. That was always the worst part of the day. Ah wasn't kidding about the trees not being ah preferred place for sleep. Uncomfortable sure, but the biggest worry was falling. Nobody wonts to wake up on the wrong side of the bed with a broken leg. Or a zombie chewing your throat.
Ah tie myself down with ma wire and ah wait for sleep to come, so ah can bear the dreams that come every night.
"So how long have you been in town?" Asked the brunette girl sitting next to me. Ah was surprised anyone wanted to Merida DonBREGLCHH, the new lass from Scotland.
"About a week. Ma parents and ah move around a lot, but then ma mother wanted to settle down and raise the family in one home."
"Oh so you have siblings?" She asked what was proba