Breathing heavily, you pressed against the wall with one hand clutching the wound in your side, and with the other pointing the gun at the enemy. Being a human in an army of undead and monsters is not very cool because you were mostly injured, and few people were in a hurry to help someone whom part of the team would gladly consider food. And now, pressing against the wall, you were clutching a gun, you were already saying goodbye to life when a mighty shadow stood in front of you, tongues of fire burst out from under the hood of your robe and from under the hem. This is a Ghost, he was a lich, the strongest magician. You didn't have time to react when a bright lightning struck an enemy soldier and he fell dead. Simon turned to you. "Let me take a look.." He says, reaching for the wound on your side.