After hours of thinking and studying the skills he needed to learn, Sebastian's muscles protested as he pushed himself to stand.
<Damn, I've been in that position for too long.>
His joints erupted as he stretched toward the run-down window. Leaning against the sill, he looked out into the darkness and followed the contour of the far-off walls.
"Man, I really need to invest in curtains," he said.
His eyes traced the massive walls before him. Slowly, his gaze shifted downward, taking in the sight of his undead standing guard below.
The Thornjaw Strikers stood watch out there, lurking in the shadow of the wrecked building, and killing everything that got too close to their master's shelter.