Chapitre 73: Goodnight Zombies!

Harold waved his guards back, and they obediently stayed at the ruined doorway. The king walked into the destroyed ballroom and looked around.

Strewn around the rubble, carelessly draped about, were around a dozen bodies, palace guardsmen all. He walked over to one, stepping carefully over the debris, and examined the corpse. The man's face stared up at him from death, the expression of shocked surprise the last he would ever wear. Kneeling down he examined the wound, a deep slice through the stomach. Several flies buzzed away, no doubt annoyed at having their meal interrupted.

Nodding to himself the monarch stood up again and surveyed the room more carefully. A movement, the tiniest wobble, caught his eye and he stalked over to it. An arm was protruding from a pile of bricks, the remnants of a brown furry costume clinging to it. As he watched, it twitched, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.