A Rogue Necromancer

It was almost dawn by the time we finished up in the plaza. I was itching to get out of there and pay a visit to the head of the AZC . He was a tiny, nothing little man, but if Dad was right and his coalition was responsible, than someone in the organization had some necromancing skills. Which meant they were unlicensed. And dangerous.

Liam, Dad and I walked to the truck, each of us lost in our thoughts. Dad was exhausted, but I was wired and Liam doesn’t tire out. Benefits of Zombie-dom. But his furrowed brow and constant glances in my direction let me know he was worried.

We piled into the truck and just sat there for a while watching the sun come up. Liam was the first to break the silence.

“You’re going after them aren’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“After what we saw… what those things did… ” I trailed off, tears threatening. I turned to him. “This is bigger than me Liam, and I can’t do it alone. But I have to do something.”

Liam rested his hand on mine. “You won’t be alone.”

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