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

Hamrys quickly scurried outside, managing only a short “Excuse me” before
leaving me alone with Dimtree.
The zombie turned to face me slightly as I approached. I could feel a sense
of expectation in the air about him. "You... find master? Dimtree release?"
"Yes, Dimtree. I know how to release you now."
Dimtree turned to me fully and gestured, "Please friend..."
I paused to gather my thoughts and then carefully spoke the words
Sebastion taught me. The grim power over life and death thrummed
through me, tickling my flesh and sending a cold chill deep into my bones. I
reached out and touched Dimtree lightly on the forehead.
"Rest well, Dimtree."
There was the feeling of something being plucked and snapping within him,
and with a sigh the zombie collapsed at my feet. I thought I almost heard a
fleeting “thank you, friend” as he fell to the ground.
Moving a dead body is much harder than you'd expect. It isn't the weight
alone that makes it tough (though really, a hundred and fifty pounds of flesh
and bone is a task in itself). No, it's how the weight is distributed. You have
to deal with the flopping limbs, the way the head gets in the way when you
try to get a solid grip. Worse still was how the blood had pooled in Dimtree's
legs, and how so much of the weight lay there.
This really was a two-person job.
"I cannae believe that actually worked," Annah chuckled, still a bit tipsy as
she wandered in.
"Hey chief, we pointed the blowhard down the street. He should be
wandering around for a couple of hours."
"We'll send them our condolences later. For now, help me move this body."
We dumped Dimtree unceremoniously into one of the caskets before
closing the lid. Hopefully the embalming fluid meant he'd keep for a few
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