Infiltration

Dreth jerked back to consciousness from the trance-like state he'd drifted in to. It was the closest he could come to sleep, and he'd slipped into it whilst waiting for Emerald. He blinked, more from habit than need, and frowned as he overheard the zombies talking.

"Green. Has to be green," Percy was saying.

"Oh no, blue ones are the best, for sure," Cuthbert replied.

"What are you two talking about?" he demanded, looking towards the village. There was no sign of Emerald.

The two turned to him. "What colour eyeballs are your favourite?" asked Cuthbert. "Percy thinks that green taste best, but I personally enjoy blue ones."

Dreth tapped his chin and thought about it. The zombies waited expectantly. "I would have to say… brown," he said eventually.

"Brown? No way!" Both undead chimed together.

"Come on! You can't be serious! Green ones are so… so…" Percy struggled to find the words.