Nothing like digging west to figure out what’s out here safely only to find a pit with not one, not three, but seven zombies hanging out with a flock of ducken.
Some day I’ll figure out why the zombies don’t attack the ducken.
Maybe it’s the smell? I don’t know.
But the zombies are gone now and I have a pile of rotted meat the ducken won’t eat. In a pit. Far from home.
Kinda gross, actually.