Devoid of a shred of flesh, the skeletal fingers dug out as a groan came from underneath.
"A zombie!" Jasper shouted as he unsheathed his blade.
"Not quite—same difference though," Finn corrected as he readied his daggers.
They all stood ready as the skeleton unearthed itself from the resting grounds of the colossal forest. What arose was a figure of bones, still dressed in half-shattered armor with a scarlet helmet intact.
Finn was about ready to strike as the undead picked itself out of the soil, taking a step towards it to strike its head before—
"Well, I was asleep quite awhile, methinks."
The undead spoke casually while brushing the dirt off of its bony body. Such a soft, unassuming tone brought the assassin to halt his killing intent.
"Oh? Did I give you all a scare? Sorry 'bout that—guess it's not normal to see a pile of bones talking!" The undead man apologized with a dry laugh.
