Okay, so this giant shadow thing was kneeling in front of me.
It had one, huge eye, and it was staring at me like I was its new master.
Which, I guess I was.
This didn't feel like I'd just made a new friend, though.
It felt more like I'd just crafted a new weapon.
A really, really sharp one that was made out of the smoking crater of my biggest screw-up.
Heh.
I heard someone gasp behind me.
Ugh.
Then I heard boots crunching on all the rubble I'd just made.
Lianna and Gandalf.
Of course they followed me.
I guess that's what NPCs—I mean, survivors—do.
They stick together.
Too bad for them, I was a solo player now.
That whole "power of friendship" thing was a luxury I couldn't afford anymore.
They stopped about twenty feet away, looking like they'd just seen a ghost.
A really, really big ghost.
Their faces were all pale in this crappy, grey, end-of-the-world lighting.
They weren't even looking at me, the main character.
Nope, their eyes were glued to my new pet.
