Chapter 53. Zomzom

This night, like last night, the zombie was roaming about Ihordarrine’s streets. He was fulfilling his master’s order. He was involved in his duty, and he thought about that first of all, though the damn chain was burning his hands, sucking the Dark out right through his skin.

However, if the dead man had been able to express positive emotions, he would have been proud of himself right now: he had charged the artefact really well. He had got into the hospital where ten people had died from some disease right in front of his eyes today.

In the early hours of the morning, he returned to the castle territory, sensing his master was somewhere nearby.

Although he wasn’t moving quickly, on the way to the guest mansion the dead man slowed his pace a little. From a distance, he could see preparations for the entire festive procession. Something inside him stimulated the zombie to head in that direction. Curiosity? More likely, it was something that had