Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170301125240/@comment-28358106-20170303171128

"Being locked up is the least you need to be worried about right now, danger boy," she sneers. "I don't take kindly to adventuring interlopers stomping around in my territory thinking they have something to prove. I don't know who the hell you are, but if you came to look for me, you fucking found me!"

As she speaks, her energy builds. She raises her arms and the flames on the ceiling grow to a roar. She points to Marcus. "You're gonna regret coming here! ARISE, MY ARMY!  WE HAVE A GUEST THAT NEEDS SOME ATTENTION, HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!"

Moments pass. There is silence. A cricket bravely starts chirping.

Cyndwella lowers her arm and looks around. "...The hell, guys? I said arise!  ARISE, GODDAMMIT!" She pounds on the wall with her fist.

There is a ripple under the water. Slowly, a Zombie sits up. She opens her eyes and yawns, slowly stretching.

"Uuunnnngh...what...time...it...now?" She rubs her eyes and looks around. Slowly, all around, dozens of Zombies begin sitting up, stretching and yawning.

One sits up slowly next to Marcus. She yawns, and looks down at her arm, which is missing. She looks around dully. "What..? Where...my...arm?" She looks up at Marcus and gives a sheepish smile. "Oh...sorry." She reaches under water and picks up her missing arm that was clamped around his ankle.

Another stands slowly and wobbles, pulling moss from her hair. "Ooooog...it morning already? Why we awake?" She scratches herself.

Cyndwella looks mortified, then pinches the bridge of her nose, slumping. "God dammit, you guys...could you be a little more proactive? Please?  Is it too much to ask?"