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Bestiary #3. Zombies.

Added 2017-10-06 07:30:24 +0000 UTC

I would like to especially note that there is no creature more dangerous for a young maiden than a zombie. Perhaps only vampires can be called worse, but they are rare to find in our provinces. Do you, my child, remember Mr. Jones, the one that followed you with sticky look, mouthing filthy jokes outside the pub together with his pals? Yes, that's right - the one that passed away last week. With all my heart, I implore you that if at evening twilight you'll see him moving towards you - to forget about decent demeanor and run away. Because those not burdened with intelligence revelers like him are usually the kind who become zombies. The same regards his drinking buddies. As they leave the cemetery, they way down to cantina, ruled by their old memories, and spread the disease among their former fellas. Remember, a single bite is just enough. Although bites are barely a threat for girls - maybe only in a fit of passion (but a young maiden shouldn't be aware of those kind of things).

For a young girl such as you, my angel, the zombies are dangerous mainly because they aim for the most precious thing you have - your maiden honor. For all those base passions and instincts that
lied within their mortal shells, though were kept on a tight leash - sometimes by rules of decorum, sometimes because of fear of justice - have now broke free. It's hard to tell what's more strong in those beasts - unquenchable eternal hunger or dirty lust.

And therefore I beg you, my soul, to stay reasonable - beware to leave your home after dawn falls and make sure the shutters on your doors are locked up tight.

From the letter of Martin Wolpertinger the witchunter to his daughter.