Death Sixteen: I AM STILL HERE YOU KNOW

[likescats]

[Phone: A voice appears in your head.]

IF ANYONE NEEDS TO GET TO A SAFE PLACE. I WILL BE HAPPY TO ASSIST YOU.

I WILL ALSO BE ASSISTING ANYONE WHOSE SOULS SHOULD HAVE MOVED ON BY NOW. I'M AFRAID THAT THIS HELP IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE.

[Action:

A. Death walks the streets of Mayfield. He is looking for anyone who might need help. Stop and stare? Ask for help

Comments

C

[repeatsalvation]

[Well. Someone else has been out and about, teleporting around town to try and find survivors and put down any of the zombies he can find. He was about to simply jump again until he heard Death's remark.]

It is. You would think there'd at least be some trace within them, all things considered.

[likescats]

EXACTLY. IT'S QUITE DISCONCERTING.

C

[ifihadmanners]

[Rikash has found a length of pipe somewhere, but is mostly staying out of the fray. Hearing Death's comment, he snorts, but he looks worried anyway.]

It's sacrilegious, that's what it is. I don't know what your god was thinking, Friend-- [He gets a good look at what's under the robe, and gulps.]

You are not a priest of the Black God, are you.

[likescats]

ER...NO? I AM DEATH.

[ifihadmanners]

[Rikash winces, hearing his suspicion confirmed.]

Sorry, no disrespect meant. Didn't mean to impede you in your duties in any way. I'll just toodle along now...

[likescats]

THAT'S QUITE ALRIGHT.

DO YOU HAVE SOMEWHERE SAFE TO BE?