CHAPTER 21 “The walking dead!”
Something was scratching Renato’s face. It hurt like the very devil, but at the same time, it was somehow pleasant.
He blinked his eyes, willing them to open, and winced from new waves of pain. He tried to raise a hand to stop the scratching, but his arm refused to obey.
He forced his eyes open, then wished he had not—for he stared into the face of a demon. Two malignant eyes regarded him from a head no larger than a fist, but covered with charred and blackened flesh.
The thing’s mouth opened, revealing sharp yellow teeth, and emitted a sound midway between a screech and a squall. Its breath smelled like a rotting corpse.
“Princess!” Renato gasped. “What has happened to you? Why do you look so…” And then his situation came rushing back with the force of
