Pov. Arthas

After having my daily dose of laughter, I need to know if I will be able to gain confidence, or at least a non-violent relationship with them.

It was not long before they stopped eating. I wonder if my little, harmless and innocent prank was the cause?

After dinner I accompanied them to a hotel conference room.

Before bringing them here, I had the zombies remove all the furniture from the room, and put some sofas in the room (without them seeing the zombies, of course). Now in the living room there is only one red velvet armchair at the end of the room and three sofas in the middle of the room, forming something like _ /, facing the armchair.

The room has only one door, and the couches were positioned closer to the door, while the chair further.

The distance between the armchair and the sofas is about 8m, and 10m from the door.

I was the first to come in, and then I went to the armchair and sat down.

I am doing all this so that they realize that I have no animosity against them.

They entered the room watching every detail of the room, suspicious the mage even hit the couch with his staff sometimes pretending to be "dusting" the sofa, which by the way created a cloud of dust.

After confirming that there were no traps on the couch, they sat down. Although they try to give the impression of being relaxed, solely by the posture they have sat down, it is possible to perceive that at theslightest sign of danger they can enter into battle formation quickly.

It's been five minutes since we sat down and nobody said anything. I have to break the silence.

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I do not know what to say.

Since I've become what I am now, I have not spoken to anyone but the zombies, which I have to say are not the most talkative beings in the world, but on the other hand they are great listeners.

Arthas think, think.

"So Brian, what brought your group to this land forgotten by God?"

"You know what it's like, right! Low-level, uninfluential adventurers trying to earn some money to survive. "(Brian)

"If it is not too intrusive on my part, may I know which mission you have come to do?"

Pov.: Brian

I do not know what's wrong with this monster, still do not know what purpose he has with us, but it must not be good.

Ah! Just a little detail, but what the fuck was that? A cooking zombie? I almost died, so far my heart has not slowed down, I'm not afraid of death, but turning a zombie is something I do not want. I tremble at the thought of possibility.

Now my group is in a room with only one entrance, the sofas we are seated are closest to the door, and the chair that HE is sitting sits on an elevated part where possibly lecturers stayed during the lectures.

I wonder if HE arranged the room in this way, so that we feel safer and more relaxed? just because we are close to a door leading to a FUCKING INFESTED place of zombies, which HE controls freely.

You fucking bastard.

Then he began to speak after five, damn and harrowing, minutes.

And you ask me what he wants to know, after almost knocking us out because of the tension.

Nothing important.

Let this bastard go to hell.

Calm down, I have to calm down, I can not lose my mind.

"Nothing much, we just have to eliminate some zombies."

As I answer, I try to look as relaxed as possible.

HE can't be suspicious.

Pov.: Arthas

"I think I should become an adventurer, too. It must be exciting, exploring the unknown, killing exotic monsters. "

"The life of an adventurer is not at all glamorous, we basically do the dirty work that others do not want to do. Even more to us, we are just a beginner group. "

"You're being very modest, come on you guys should have at least one adventure to share"

"With your permission, I need to walk a little, I need to use the bathroom. Excuse me, I'll be right back. "

The one who calls himself Ryu left the room saying that he was going to the bathroom, so far so good, but the strange thing was the look they gave each other before he left.

I have the impression that they are up to something.

Pov.: Ryu

As I left the room I could hear Brian begin to tell a story of when we invaded a cave that was a den of a Troll, which by the way is all a lie, I just hope he does not get in the way of history and let that freak of nature realize the plan.

With the skills: Stealth, light footsteps, hiding presence, I try to find a way out of this building.

Every step I take, part of my heart dies, we go through much together, difficulties and joys. But we have always been able to overcome the barriers by being together, one supporting the other as a family.

I have to get out of here and warn the guard. If I'm fast enough, they can still be saved.

It's been five minutes since I left the room, and I've been able to climb up to the fourth floor of the building.

I'm going up because, in addition to the streets being infested with mutant zombies, on the block of the hotel there are no places I can use to hide and move around undetected.

So I'm going up, my plan and jump from building to building until I get to a safe place. Then I'll only get to the horses, go back to the city and bring reinforcements.

I've been going up for some time and I have not met any zombies.

I honestly do not know if I feel relieved or even more tense.

The silence, added to these cold, lifeless and dark corridors, is getting on my nerves.

My clothes are drenched in sweat, not because I climbed fifteen stories up the stairs, but because of the tension and fear.

As I ascend, the only thing that comes to mind is the things that He can do against them.

That saying was correct 'Empty mind, the Devil's workshop.'

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Finally I'm reaching the roof, just walk through this door and I'll get to the roof.

"THIS SO CAN BE THE FUCKING OF A JOKE"

I screamed as loud as I could this can not be happening.