"I just got here. Where I'm from, zombies are science fiction." In his mind he mentally wondered if that was true. He'd seen plenty of weird things, though zombies had never made the list. But that didn't mean they didn't exist somewhere...
"What's a wendigo supposed to be?"
Maraich wasn't an uninformed person, but he came from a time before internet in the average household and lived in mansions and major cities in Europe. Wendigo wasn't a term that had really popped up in his life.
He made sure to stay far away from objects as he walked. He didn't get near cars or anything else that could hide zombies, keeping the space around him clear and open. Though he did slow his pace. They couldn't run for hours, and they'd been too fast for the ones behind them. Now it was a matter of making it somewhere - and if they walked far enough they were bound to find a group of stores.
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"What's a wendigo supposed to be?"
Maraich wasn't an uninformed person, but he came from a time before internet in the average household and lived in mansions and major cities in Europe. Wendigo wasn't a term that had really popped up in his life.
He made sure to stay far away from objects as he walked. He didn't get near cars or anything else that could hide zombies, keeping the space around him clear and open. Though he did slow his pace. They couldn't run for hours, and they'd been too fast for the ones behind them. Now it was a matter of making it somewhere - and if they walked far enough they were bound to find a group of stores.