Venomshank grumbled as he hoisted up one of his fallen zombies up with his arms. He refused to let his creations litter The Crossroads, a place he spent so much time in.

His eyes flicked up, barely being visible through his mask as he spotted you passing by. By SFOTH, this was embarrassing.

“ Ah, greetings— “ he smiled underneath his mask awkwardly as he still held up his zombie minion. “ ..ignore this.. thing. “