Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140907172847/@comment-4363162-20140909021306

Val plummeted through a gap in the cloud cover. He'd finally reached his destination: The East Empire Company's headquarters.

The moment he broke through the clouds, he could see something was wrong. Very wrong. Oily black pillars of smoke stretched towards him, making him gag and cough. Below, he could see tiny black dots charging accross an open field, clustering against a defensive wall. Tiny pinpricks of light flared into life on the field, scattering the dots helter-skelter.

"Shit," he swore, pulling himself into a steep dive.

As the ground rushed to meet his face, he pulled up at the last second. Bad idea. His head felt like someone had hit it with a Thu'um. He managed to keep his flight level, streaking accross the field. From his new perspective, he could see that the dots were human beings. Dead ones.

Wave upon wave of shrivelled corpses threw themselves upon the walls of the headquarters. Every few seconds, the *thuump* of a cannon would roar, and an expanding orange fireball would incinerate a group of zombies. But the corpses kept coming, thickening around the walls like a moat of dead flesh. Val flew accross the wall and stumbled onto the ground. "What the hell is going on? First Daedra, now zombies?"