Chapter 50

Is not difficult for a creature such as myself to find him; especially him; among this chaos, his smell overflowing my senses and standing out like a red rose among the pure white snow.

 Focusing I claw my way towards him, crushing stupid newly made ghouls along the path that walk around like stone stiff creatures and attack by mere reflex, imposing as much trouble as a light pole in the middle of the road: annoying, but easily avoided, or in my case easily wrecked along the way.

 I'm alert for another thing too, the creature that keeps proving to be quite the sneaky eyesore, that fox-snake being that only appears to cause trouble and when wounded runs away with its tail between the legs, figuratively speaking.

 I growl at the thought, next time I have to make sure that it doesn't survive after causing me so much trouble.