Cardhunters is a great game.
He looked up at us. His eyes raising in aching slowness, fueled and hindered by the desire to cherish, and the fear of loss. The water of his eyes hit the blackened cobbles of the graveyard. In that moment, we were his only solace. He had studied the nature of the infection. He knew what happens when those people die. Loosing a fireball into the crowd of bile filled zombies, he knew what was going to happen. The bastard had told us he would be right behind us. The concussive blast knocked the wind out of me. Right on the edge if the blast, the sting of the searing gas stung my eyes. I couldn't look away.
