Calculating...
"Graough?! (Master?!) Graough! (Master!)"
Before the dust even settled, Zombie was already searching through the debris.
He didn't need oxygen so no amount of inhaled pollution could prevent him from growling loudly, calling for his master.
"I'm... I'm here...!"
A muffled voice responded to him and the sound of unsure footsteps on the unstable debris followed.
"Zombie? Can you hear me? Come here, I can't see anything!"
Cranberry, still sounding muffled called out and Zombie rushed towards her voice forgetting to even respond.
Unable to see anything in the falling dust, he used the skill allowing him to detect life essence, and found someone wandering around blindly, so he approached without hesitation.
Cranberry was covering her face with the fabric of her dress with one hand and trying to feel her way around with the other.
