Chapter 63: Sentimentally Stupid

"You dumb piece of shit, why did you do that?"

"It was deserved, Claude."

Claude shook Elric in rage. The poor old zombie, it didn't even try to attack them. It was shocked, stunned, and stupefied, just as much as all of them were! The poor old man didn't even have a mind anymore and it was still that stumped! The only instinct that it held to go and eat flesh was overriden by the sheer absurdity of the experience.

"You wronged him much more than he wronged you, Elric."

"Oh no, I've become what I hated?"

"Can you two shut the fuck up?" Erika snapped. In front of them was a stage being set up for the Maris festival, the chairs and tables all around were razed to the ground as if a roadroller had just been driven over it. The stage itself was filled with drips and drops of blood and flesh that the many zombies had scattered around. Barely gaining enough cover behind a set of trash cans, the group peeked out.