A tail of terror

[Lady Misha]

It is a cold and dark night as Misha walks back from the woods, a bag of herbs dangling around her neck. She walks a bit hurriedly as she seems to feel eyes peering at her, from the thick inky darkness. Shrugging it off as just her nerves she continues on, moving along the road, careful to avoid the edges of the wilds on either side. She covers her mouth so as not to scream as she sees a few hideous figures ahead. A man lays on the ground twitching as a group of zombies dig their hard dead fingers into his flesh. Stripping handfulls of the man away and choking it down, blood and guts dripping from their open mouths as they chew. A breaking twig in to the right catches Misha's attention, and she see's more zombies start to lurch towards her, one of them missing to much flesh to even determine it's race, the other merely a child still clutching a soiled doll in it's unlife. Misha tries to run back the way she came, but finds she has been completely surrounded by festering bodies and gnashing teeth. As they envelope her she screams out. Her scalely skin being peeled away and her tail sundered by rotten teeth.

Misha continues to scream as she thrashes around in the grass. Terror gripping her as she open her eyes with a start, the daylight cresting over the walls of town. She takes a few deep breathes and pushes away from the soggy ground where she had wet herself whimpering softly. She splashes her face with a few hand fulls of water from the river. Thus completing the same predictable sequence of events that have been going on for three nights in a row now.