46 - Walking Dead

Javier

Went with Lannister, to the gigantic and old gate, with ancient engravings on it. The name of the cemetery wasn’t even visible anymore. Instead, it was very much faded and unclear.

There were also mists curling in the air. And, I could see some graves, from outside. There were also crows, lurking at the dirty corners.

“Why are we here again?” I asked Lannister, whose face held a peevish expression as he walked in a warrior’s stance.

“To look for your mate.”

“Yeah, but are we supposed to find her in a home of walking deads?” I said, as we halted at the gate of the cemetery, I met Maya in.

“Who goes there?” The gate keeper, came out from his position, asking.

I smirked, only for him to stumble on his spot. “P-Prince of Darkness?”

“Ditto,” I grinned.

His old dog barked; he hadn’t changed in any way. He had a bald head, lots of beards and held a stick that he used for support, while walking. For a dwarf, he managed the cemetery extremely well…

Lannister watched the scene