!80ZdpaInQg 03/15/10(Mon)19:20 No.8602675|
Your cake-zombie walks out into the center of the road, causing the leading cart to halt.
"Hey! Kid! Get outta the way, we've got a schedule to keep!" The dwarf in the front wagon yells. When the child fails to respond, the dwarf, grumbling something about humans, dismounts from the wagon and walks up to him. He says something to him, repeatedly, before getting fed up and shoving the kid to the side. The child falls to the ground, and as he does, the batter covering his head falls off, revealing his lack of flesh. The dwarf gapes at him for a second, and then hurries back to the wagon, muttering "Oh shit" over and over. He hops back into the driver's seat, and urges the oxen into motion, as the caravan gradually resumes movement down the road.