cobalts pov again
when I awoke, I was on the floor. I stood up and reallized that my feet were gone. I began shouting in fear and confusion. My terrified barks reverberated off the walls and ceiling, each echoing into oblivion. I stood up, and began biting at where my feet once were. They came off and revealed that my feet were still there, a mere illusion, a construct of my mind, even a puppy could recognize that. The door was open just a crack, but enough to slip away into the biting winter cold, to whatever fate awaits me. The humanoid was sitting near a glowing, warm place that smelled of steak and whiskey. It also smelled of my family's forge, like a glowing broken tree. The moon's deathly pale glow illuminated my path to the person at the fire. I silently stalked up to them, and tore out their throat, their cries of pain falling into gurgles of pain and blood. But when I looked at them, I saw my friend. He swung his sword, and removed my head in one fell strike. As my consciousness faded, I woke up.
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heartfire: ash's story
Aventuraas a zombie outbreak ravages humanity to a point of no return, a lone wolf blade smith attempts to survive hoards of zombies and terrible puns (I have not read the original, please do point out any plot holes.)
