Sameer took the lead as he bent a little and slowly padded his way into the woods. Jace followed suit. He looked up at the sky and could see it slowly change from blue to orange as the time for sunset approached. He tried to focus on his surroundings.
Jace gasped when he heard a twig break. He spun around to find a hare and breathed a sigh of relief.
“You’ve got to relax. Stay calm and you’ll be just fine.” said Sameer.
“I have a question.” said Jace as he stomped on a creeper. “Why doesn’t the majority of the undead use weapons?”
“Because they didn’t know how to use them before they died.” said Sameer. “And Stryke probably never made an effort to teach them.”
“So they were just regular citizens?” asked Jace.
“Yes. From the rest of the world.” he said and moved forw
