"You two, what wrong did you commit to end up as frogs? "

Ming ran his fingers over the clay figure, noting its striking resemblance to himself. This was one of David's odd moneymaking schemes from long ago. This was hardly surprising for an Earth Elementalist.

"Is this camp inhabited by you alone?" Ming asked, his eyes scanning the surrounding setup. It hardly seemed like a long-term encampment, but that was understandable; constant harassment by zombies wouldn't allow for much stability.

"Including me, there were three of us here just moments ago, "Lofir replied. He handed Ming a bottle of water and gestured to the King-class zombie bound to the car. "The other two... are inside this creature's belly now."

"Ah," Ming murmured, accepting the water.