Akan walks in, enjoying the scenery. By scenery, she meant seeing the wisps of fog, a few rumbling tombstones and occasionally, a ghost. She smiled as a wolf howled into the misty sky. Akan closed her eyes and waved her hand. A moan sounded and feet shuffled towards her. When she opened her eyes, a walking dead was there, with rotting flesh and gray skin.
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