(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

zombie's head creaked up in recognition. Those who weren't practiced in
the Stories-Bones-Tell would never be able to recognize that sliver of
consciousness that remained.
"Wh-wh..." The zombie was awkwardly getting his voice back, and he
sounded alarmed. "Who's there?! Answer me!"
"Can you not see me?"
"Blind I am, in death as I was in life... now answer me. Who are you?" He
calmed down a bit on hearing me, and the voice was familiar.
"Who are you?"
"I..." The zombie became silent. "...my name... has fled me. I... can no longer
remember who I am."
I cradle her body, pressing my hand to her side to keep the girl from bleeding
out. A dark red stain pools beneath her, staining the sky-blue dress. I click my
tongue... what an annoyance she is. Cost a small fortune to get something so
nicely embroidered yet cut for travel, and she had ruined it with her own
clumsiness. Damn girl's useless in battle. This would never be worth it if she
dies before I need her to.
"The last of them are dead," our companion reports, that hood obscuring his
face. Damn fine thing that he's blind as a bat. I'd learned to school my
features to look as calm as possible, but with him that control slips
frequently and I find myself grimacing. I can never fully trust someone I can't
look in the eye.
"My love..." she murmurs in my arms.
"Shh, it's all right," I wave at the man standing over us until I realize he can't
see my gesture. Tch. Another one of those slip-ups.
"We'll need some blood charms to heal her up. Good work with the guards
there..."
"...Xachariah?" I murmured.
"Wha... you!" The zombie seemed shocked, but gladdened. "By the Lady's
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