If not for the matter at hand, it might have been a lovely day.  Sadly, Voph found himself sitting at his campsite and realizing that he was most assuredly going in the proper direction.  The corpses of several re-killed undead were strewn about the campsite.  The campsite's owners laid dead with them, taken by surprise some time in the night, by Voph's guess.  They were near the border of Rzail, which was a dangerous prospect even for an armed individual.  Voph used a single boot to shove an undead corpse off a fallen tree, and sat down on it, reaching up to unseal his helmet.  He pulled his Datapad from his travel pack, and set it on the tree beside him, tapping the screen a few times to call a voice log to the front.  

	"Day five.  Ten Ayy-emm.  I found a campsite, undead all over it.  The ones that weren't killed in the struggle, I finished off.  One of the campers had a sword, used that to save on bullets.  Broke during the fight, though.  Pity.  It was a good sword."

	Voph took a canteen from his belt, and knocked back a swig of water.  As he re-caps it, he continues:  "I'm going to spend the rest of the day here, I think.  The campers deserve a proper burial, as do the undead.  Least I can do for the poor souls.  Perhaps tomorrow I'll push further into this...Rzail place, unless something changes.  End Log."

	Voph sighed quietly, and tucked his datapad into his backpack.  He looked at his surroundings for a moment, then pushed himself to his feet, looking around for an implement he might use to dig a grave.  It had been a long time since he'd taken a job of this scale.  Well, Job might not have been the best term.  Voph had heard the rumors, same as others in all likelihood, and decided to come investigate.  It had been a while since he'd last dealt with an undead uprising.  Not since....well, that wasn't important.  He'd dealt with such matters in the past, though this was his first time on his own.  Last time was under the guidance of his mother and mentor.  Now, he had nothing but his own wit and knowledge to go on.  

	Voph found a shovel that one of the campers had brought, and picked it up.  He looked at the surrounding area again, and nodded to himself quietly.  Bury the dead today, and if divine intervention didn't offer a better course of action in the meantime, he'd sleep on things, and try to formulate a plan of action for his journey into the Rzail heartland the next day.