Liars, Cheaters, and The Undead

[Farewell]

"What in the hell?" Zaida murmured. Her brows furrowed with confusion, she glanced back at the grave. Eventually she lowered her revolver while studying undead Oswald. 'He's not attacking...'

[[INACTIVE]]

Oswald lowered his revolver as well. He holstered it and tried to make hand signals. He pointed at him self, then at his face and made a awkward smile. He grumbled, "Arrrrrg."

[Farewell]

There was a moment of silence as Zaida tried to process this, he somehow wasn't like the other undead... "Well I'll be damned, it's nice to see you Oswald." She said returning a light smile and placing the revolver back in its holster.

[[INACTIVE]]

Oswald waved back and mumbled, "Graagh." He surveyed the area and then looked back at Zaida and shrugged. He clearly had no idea where he was going and or what to do.

[SadDubwool]

*Jeremy turnt back towards his cart before seeing that.... His wheel was broken once again*


"Goddamnit why is it always the wheel?"*He sighed before scanning the surrounding area*

[Farewell]

"Hey now, don't wonder too far alright?" She said approaching him and putting a hand on his shoulder "Others won't think twice before shooting you." Zaida simply said while examining the area. "I got one where to go..." she thought for second. "You think you still have anything left on the ranch? Any materials, or food?" She asked.

[[INACTIVE]]

He sighed and stood still for a few minutes, he looked back up towards Zaida and nodded. He pulled a key from his pocket and handed it to Zaida. He pointed at the large barn, "F-F-Food." He stuttered. He was trying to speak again. But he barely could.

[SadDubwool]

*Jeremy looked aroundfor any abandoned wheels that would just happen to be laying around*


"Either I get to the ranch and risk getting shot by a possible psychopath, or rely on luck to find a somehow working condition wheel in the surronding area"*He said to himself, before rubbing his brow and looking at he broken wheel*

[Farewell]

Zaida looked over at the barn. "Finally.." she turned back at him. "Good you're starting to speak" She patted his shoulder as he started to speak. "Come on then, stay close." The monstress said walking to the barn.

[[INACTIVE]]

Oswald began to lower down a bit to keep out of sight. He followed Zaida and began to scan the area.

[Farewell]

She forced pushed the barn doors. The doors creaked open. "It's a bit dark." Zaida whispered as her eyes adjusted. She spotted a lantern fallen over on some hay, she picked it up and lit it up with her lighter.

[Razuel]

The caravan that had been carrying Raz around had lost a wheel close the Stowe's ranch, and the caravan had been surrounded by bandits first, and then zombies soon followed.

The caravan headmaster ran into Raz's area and brought the dragon up to the roof of the wagon and took him out, "Okay, welp, you're gonna fly me away from here!", the caravan headmaster then took Raz's wing restraints and Raz took off in an instant. The headmaster tried to jump after Raz,  but fell short and into a crow of Zombies.

Raz flew for a little while before he started to grow extremely tired, and his crash course seemed to be set for the barn's roof, and as he was falling, his heavy and tired flaps were audible, his wing's flaps not in unison, each flapping at different sequences, as he quickly approached the barn.

[SadDubwool]

*Jeremy Was walking towards ranch before seeing a large lizard slam into the barn causing him to jump*

[Farewell]

The monstress listened to the sound of flapping wings. Not wanting to take a chance she quickly grabbed the undead vulture and backed out of the barn. With a blink of an eye it came crashing down as the dragon smashed into it.

[Razuel]

Raz had crashed through the roof and he crashed into a roof beam, falling off of it and onto a hanging planter with a dead plant inside.

Raz had fallen unconscious from the crash and just swung on the planter, a tad bit of blood was dripping from him and onto the ground below, as a shard of wood had gotten stabbed under his forearm, drawing blood  at a very slow rate.