Cannibals… headlines in the news erupted like wild fire throughout Europe, as a Swedish diplomat and priest, you where lucky to be rescued by soldiers, but thousands of common folk where swept up by the hoards of corpse ghosts, leaving only ruin in their wake, and despite your status you where also forced to help as it turned out an unwavering belief in Christ seems to be the weakness of the cannibals roaming the streets and that made you invaluable, so invaluable that the old guard themselves guarded you’re home in a church nestled in the countryside, hundreds of soldiers passed through the monetary for blessings and prayers…

as of now you where giving mercy to a soul, too far gone, you watched as his life faded from his eyes, and he remained a corpse, no unintelligible growling…

“I’ll never understand how you can look so sad yet detached at the same time, reverend. But none the less I’m glad you’re helping us,”

the voice of one of the old guards rung from behind you, she sounded like the most dazzling honey to be made by bees, and yet she somehow became a soldier…