Day 438:
Woke up and it was rainy and wet and grey – exactly the kind of weather the skeletons like to use for hunting – so I headed back to the mines.
At one point I thought I’d managed to avoid any kind of provocation today. It was quiet and calm and, sure, I could hear a zombie yelling its fool head off, but it sounded like it was at least a few floors below me.
Nope, it was on the other side of the wall I was digging through.
Fortunately it wasn’t very strong. Do zombies have the ability to die of hunger I wonder?