We spent the night in a graveyard. The stench of death, the rotting soil, and gravestones weren't new. But it didn't bother me as much as I thought. It was a weird feeling, to sleep in a forest full of undead and dead bodies. At first, I thought Lianne had been just joking around when she'd said it but she hadn't. It was even weirder that undead actually avoided this place.
There were places to hold pyres around the cemetery. When we lighted them up the undead avoided us altogether. Those things feared fire like my cat feared baths. I wondered how my cat was, after all this time. It was a nice cat but I never really liked felines all that much: I did like lions though for some reason at least until that liongator-thingy incident happened that is. I'd probably never get to see my fat cat again though.
