The zombie slowly pulled himself upright as the last of his organs pulled themselves back inside his torso. Well except for that bit hanging out the side. His legs moved sluggishly as the muscles knit themselves back together into something that looked vaguely humanoid.

Undead regeneration subsiding. You are as healthy as can be. Except for the whole being dead thing.

The annoying blue thing was back, and now that his hands were free, the zombie tried to get rid of it. First he swiped at it. His hand just passed right through. So he tried again. And again. And one more time. It was around this time he reached the end of the room he was in, but he was busy trying to make the blue thing go away he did not notice until...

Your attack was repelled. You received serious damage.

With a sickening crunch, his arm stuck the wall and bounced away, the bones shattering and leaving the arm dangling uselessly at the zombie's side. He tried to swipe again, but the arm just flung about before pointing to the ground, swaying.

"Paaaaaaaaaaainnnnn" the zombie groaned out, not terribly fond of this new sensation. So much for his happy day. He shuffled away from the arm-breaker.

"Where is all that noise coming from?" An unknown voice carried by the echos of the dungeon made its way to the zombie. Cautious, but not terribly quiet footsteps made their way towards him. The zombie turned in the direction of the sound, when the smell reached his mostly rotted nose. The zombie left it fill what was left of his mind and he knew. More squishy! He was so hungry!

Racial Ability Unlocked. Undead Perception activated. You can sense living creatures around you.

When searching for a living being you are immune to the effects of hiding, darkness, and invisibility. This effect does not work against non-living objects, plants, and other undead. Ability uses Focus Points (FP)

The zombie's eyes focused, for just a split second. In that moment, he was able to find the person coming into the room. Even before the person walked through the doorway, the zombie was moving towards them. The person, another young adventurer, walks through, sword drawn, glancing around fearfully, uncertain about what may be in the darkened room. The zombie groaned with effort trying to reach his next meal, which got the young adventure's immediate attention. It was difficult for the human to see, but he could swear that zombie looked familiar.

"Oh my gods, Mortimer what happ...what are you doing? No! Noooo!" The adventurer panicked as the zombie moved closer, swinging his sword at his undead former ally. The weapon bit into the zombie's side where that last bit of entrails was still sticking out.

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You were hit by an adventure's sword. You have taken serious damage.

The sword dug deep into the zombie's body, and stuck fast. With a disgusting slurping, sucking noise, the adventurer pulled back on the weapon hard enough to pull it free, but too hard to keep his balance. With a thud of metal on stone, the adventurer fell onto his backside hard enough that his ill-fitting helment slid off his head, and the buckles on his breastplate tore open some. No longer as protected from a zombies' powerful tearing fingers or crushing jaw, he tried to crawl away backwards. He scrambled as quickly as he could, but a armored adventurer crawling on the ground still isn't faster than a very hungry zombie.

The zombie swiped with his good arm, getting a hand on the adventure's chest plate. It felt like the crunchy bit from before, but harder and colder. He pulled hard and with a series of snaps, tore the front off the adventure. The zombie took the armor and bit down as hard as it could.

I cannot believe I have to tell you this. YOU CANNOT EAT ARMOR! You've taken minor damage.

It should be a lot worse but I did make you ridiculously stupid, so I figured I would give you a pass this time.

The zombie did not get the satisfaction from eating this like he did the fluffy. Mmmmm. That fluffy was good. He should find another later. He dropped the armor to his side as he reached for the adventurer. Or he would have but the adventurer at disappeared. The zombie groaned again, louder, in hunger and frustration. For a moment, his eyes focused again, and he could see that the adventurer had managed to hide itself behind a crate in the hallway. The zombies eyes glazed over again as he shuffled down the hall closer to the hiding place.

The adventurer was breathing heavily, trying to remember how to take on zombies from his training, but no amount of training can prepare you when the zombie is wearing the rotting face of someone you've known your whole life. The adventurer's panicked breathing covered the zombie's shuffling noises until it was too late. Another loud groan, followed by a much louder scream echoed through the hallways of the dungeon as the zombie bent over and bit down into the skull of the adventurer.

You crunched through the skull of the adventurer. You dealt fatal damage. The adventurer is dead.

The zombie was bummed about the lack of fluffy with this meal. But it was a lot easier to get through the crunchy bit this time. He loved this squishyness inside it. It was like munching on heaven.

You feasted on a fresh corpse. Undead Regeneration activated.

Special Action taken. By eating an intelligent creature, your Undead Regeneration has restored more of your brain.

INT+

The zombie, Mortimer, dropped his friends head to the ground as some of his memories started flowing back to him.

"FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!" Mortimer's healing jaw groaned out.