[Center][H2][color=662d91]Ysran[/color][/h2][/center]

Nicking tree after tree, Ysran grew increasingly bored. Hm. What to do, what to do...He could smell... smoke? It was faint, but yes, that was definitely the smell of something burning. That means someone is nearby! Maybe they could help him get his bearings? He perked up his elven ears and used his superior hearing to listen in for something. Nothing that way. Or the other way. What about... the slight sound of moaning could be heard. But this was like a zombie moan, not a sexy time moan. The trees could wait, there were zombies on the loose!

He ran and ran, until two hunched over swaying figures stood in his sight. They were about 30 feet away, and hadn't seemed to notice him yet. The smoke smell was much stronger here. He perked up his ears once more. There appeared to be some sort of conversation going on. There was a woman's, and a deep voice. Were they talking to the zombies? Or perhaps they were controling them? No, the woman said that three is better than two, so there was likely a third party involved. He decided his best course of action was to bide his time and wait. Things were to unclear to make any sort of decision.