Notes from author
"I.. I could do nothing." He says, standing over the body of the warrior. Wounds from corrupted things all over his body, blood spilling.
"My friend..."
"I'm sorry." Bending down, the warrior left his club with the corpse. Turning, he was about to make the first step away when he heard the thing get to it's feet.
"You aren't, Barnabas." The corpse, now with it's head bloated, retorted.
"You were never."