"Near the battlefield I encountered a zombie. It shambled from the darkness towards me with a faint gurgling moan of pain. Its armor barely hanging to rotting flesh, right arm missing, and left leg dragging behind as if broken in several places - what had once lived as a proud warrior was a shell of its former humanity. Barely clutched in his left hand was a sword of ornate design and craftsmanship. He lifted the weapon above his helmeted skull and came at me for one final battle. Much to my chagrin I was forced to dispatch this lone soldier - but in numbers zombies pose a grave threat. Never let their numbers overwhelm you, or you may be the next to join their ranks."
Original Illustration byLucas Ruggieri
Printed on 300 gsm, smooth finish, blue core, card stock.
