*whoosh*
*whoosh*
*whoosh*
"Hey... are we there yet...?"
Zombie asked while kicking up his feet, sitting on the hard seat of a worn-down carriage.
His question was partially excusable, after all from what he knew, it took two weeks for his father to write a letter to Laura, sent it, and then get her to arrive – then why their travel was already two weeks long?! It wasn't like they were making lots of stops or anything, they basically only stopped for the night to rest.
Also, Laura wasn't allowing him to wander off or go hunt monsters a night at all.
While it was understandable, it didn't mean that Zombie would accept everything without a word.
