Operation Polar Winds : Part Four

"Hey"

"What is it?"

Speaking in death tongue, two soldiers guarding the gates turn their heads toward one another, the first being a zombie that looked as though his face had been splashed with acid as bubbles of flesh were stuck in place across his entire visage.

The second was a skeleton with a big gash through his skull that went right across his left eye, having seemingly been struck right on the head by a cleaver or an axe.

"Do you think the lord will do it?"

"You can't just expect me to understand what you are talking about, explain"

The zombie tried to roll his eyes, but failed as they had been melted into goop and had hardened again, looking like failed omelettes stuck in his sockets, so instead, he opened his mouth and forced on his dead lungs to produce a sigh of some sort.

The skeleton was not impressed.