“My apologies. I simply wanted to know what we were up against.” Sheex muttered as he popped another piece of cookie in his mouth. He silently munched on the sweet until his eyes fully adjusted to the dim light, at which time he was greeted with the sight of even more dead bodies. If there was one thing that Sheex didn’t like walking into, it was a room filled with dead bodies and lots of blood. Despite his previous lecture, Sheex was about to comment on the current state of affairs. Fortunately for the wanderer, before he could even mouth off one sarcastic word he was quickly brushed aside by the angry man from earlier.

“Now that was just uncalled for.” Sheex muttered softly as his body hit a nearby wooden wall, thankfully free of green slime. However, Sheex’s beloved cookie was damaged beyond repair, and he could only sigh as he watched the now completely smashed crumbs fall to the wooden planks below. Shaking his head at the ever-worsening conditions surrounding him, Sheex gently pushed himself off the wall and back into a standing position. It was all for naught however, for Sheex immediately stepped back into the wall when he saw just what the angry man was after.

It was, without a doubt, quite a disgusting sight to behold. The captain called it a blood zombie, and judging from its appearance Sheex needed no explanation as to why it had such a name. Not only did the smell of rotting skin make Sheex’s nose crinkle in disgust, but what made the wanderer’s stomach hurt the most had to be the brain coming out of the thing’s head. That…is without a doubt…the MOST…disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.

“Nice moves you got their ace.” Sheex said weakly, congratulating the attacker (whose name eluded Sheex) with a pat on the back. Sheex then heard the young kid mutter something about finishing it quickly, which could only refer to the zombie. Seeing as how Sheex abhorred bloodshed (especially his own), he quickly began to back away from the task. Fortunately, the sole female in the party stepped forward and somehow made a blade materialize out of thin air. Not only does she talk to air, but also she can create blades out of nothing. I’ll make it a point not to get on her bad side. Sheex thought to himself as the woman sliced off the zombie’s head in one smooth motion.

“You too. Couple of born heroes we got here.” Sheex said towards the girl as he watched he blade vanish just as easily as it had appeared. With but two ordinary daggers tucked away in his coat, Sheex felt a little outmatched by the group surrounding him, but at this point in time he figured that was a good thing. Turning his attention away from the now decapitated (and profusely bleeding) zombie, Sheex turned his attention back to the path in front of him. Just like before, the lanterns on the wall illuminated far too little light to properly light the path, and all Sheex could see ahead of him was darkness.

Such a sight, while rather unnerving to Sheex, apparently did not bother the boy at all for Sheex watched him bravely march off towards the darkness. Perhaps the kid had some sort of night vision, but Sheex could hardly see five feet in front of him, and he was not about to walk blindly forward in a ship filled with dead sailors and flesh-eating zombies. Well, Sheex didn’t know if they were actually flesh-eaters, but he figured it was a pretty good guess.

However, all Sheex had that could act as light was a small book of matches, which would be of little use at the moment. He looked about the ship for a moment, and then snapped his fingers as he had a sudden brainstorm. As quickly and as carefully as he could, Sheex walked over towards the nearest lamp and gave it a soft jerk. It quickly came off its hook, and with it came its dim light source. Better than nothing I suppose.

“Hey kid! This any better?” Sheex said as he held the lamp up, trying to redirect as much light as he could toward the darkness of the ship. While he did so, Sheex made a silent prayer that he would not find any more zombies. In his opinion, one zombie a day was already more than he could handle.