Operation Polar Winds : Part Thirty-Three

Undeads were most bizarre creatures to begin with, the simple fact that an undead could just manifest out of the soil and not have been the remnants of something that had once been alive was difficult for many to wrap their head around.

But on top of many things that would be considered inconsistencies with their primal nature as cadavers, they were simply, and unequivocally, plainly odd beings.

The skeleton had no logical reason to be suspicious of anything, at all, and yet, he absolutely was, that portion of snow, identical to the rest that sprawled all over the immensity of this frozen flatland, had been within the range of his melded senses for a long while, and nothing happened that could justify a sudden need for offence against it, but in that instant, the skeleton simply took out his crossbow.