Death is patient and full of malice.

Capybaras are giant water rabbits that live in big groups, at least, this is what Verm understood, capybaras are hunted by onças, big cats. So Verm will try to approach a spot and stalk tactic. He will bring his undead as a body guard and maybe a pack beast if this water rabbit are truly big as his community says.

For weapons, his desire was a bow, unfortunately, they don't have any. He could make one, but people are hungry now. They have these guns things... Verm will learn how to use them in the future, right now is better it stays in the more capable hand of the guards. So he just takes a snare and his staff. Hopefully, this will be enough. Of course, he is bringing more stuff, like plastics ziplock, a remarkable creation of technology. An excellent pair of knives, and more camping equipment.

And then, he walks, and walks, and walks.

A big part of hunting is walking. Checking the ground, the path, marks for reference. And walk some more.

When the sun was at the zenith. He finally found the lake. It is small and muddied. On the other side, he sees. Bigger than any rabbit, brown, fat, long lagged, tailless castors. Almost 30 rodents, eating grass and bathing in the sun. They are cute? Big eyes, munching on grass on a funny way. Yes, they are cute, but... How to kill the biggest number of them? Maybe they have bad eyesight? He just approaches and catches one, is the plan.

This is what Verm does, he stalks silently, but when he is 60 or so meters from the capybaras they scream and ran for the lake. Verm runs after them, trying to catch one. But they dive and disappear. He jumps, maybe some of them will scare and run out of water. And they do. But Verm is at disadvantage in water. The rodents are fast and scream to warn the others.

The hunter fights against the waters for a few more minutes. But nothing.

"Dammit, I don't know about these animals. And have no distance weapons." Hunting is the art of preparation and patience. But time is tight, he commands the undead to the mud, and the undead stays there. Verm goes always and hides on the opposing side of the lake.

Verm observes, and the capybaras come back to the shore, more skittish and attentive. They can't see the undead, even the necromancer cant see it, but he knows exactly where he is. years of practice until the undead became part of his senses. The mage, share a mind with his minions, the greater ones, are more organized and independent. And honestly, more pleasing to share a mind to.

The undead does not move. Stays where it is. Almost an hour passes. The hunter has aches in his body, at least a few mosquitos bites. But he recognizes an opening.

And finally moves. Half the herd is on water, playing… The noise masks the underwater movements of the predator. Death is slow.

Like a log, the monster is at the chore, a few meters from the capybaras. And waits.

Verm is hungry, he just ate some 'tortillas' (no fillings, just the bread) with water before coming here. But he needs to wait until the water rabbits come to check the undead.

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For some moment he thinks this will fail. The majority of the group is moving further away from the undead. But a bunny capybara runs to the water again. This put the whole herd uneasy. And they come back. A very fat capybara climbs up on the undead and screams at the youth. The hunter is tense.

He can catch this one now, but maybe he can grab another one. Patience.

The little one is coming out of the water, Verm gives the command.

The undead hugs the fatty with one arm and grip the leg of the little one. All the others, scream and run. The undead intelligently kicks one of the other large rodents that pass too close, killing instantly.

A success!

Both animals are screaming and struggling to run. But death has a firm hold, and don't let them escape.

Verm doesn't wait and dispatched both quarries his minion was holding.

The necromancer is skilled in butchering rabbits, capybaras too, apparently. He has a lot of meat, thankfully he can put the clean meat in the ziplock bags, the undead is carrying the game.

While he was hunting, a new group is on the gates of his community...

Alicia looks at a man on the other side of the gate, he is a big guy, holding a big gun, a lot of military clothes. Behind the man, a small group of civilians, dirtied, crying. They are refugees.

"Who are you people?" Alicia asks. Jessy is holding a gun, pointing at the guy.

"My name is Brook. I'm the Mayor...but my community was destroyed by big monsters...we are the only survivors."

Alicia smiles...if this guy touches the matrix, he will be conquering this community. And he is just a guy holding a gun, much easier to control than a Medieval Mage.

"Open the gate."