The doe sat alone, her body quietly rippling, keeping flies off. She wanted to keep the peace like this forever, never breaking inside or beyond it. There was ruffled hiss from her, and she noticed a small doe staring at her. She coughed, embarassed, but stayed there, noticing the fog rolling into the ofrest, and knowing that could only mean one thing.

"The Zombie Daer is here, young one." She pronounced 'deer' with a gaelic accent, carefully making sure she tried to cover it, but failing miserably.