The Plan - fiction in progress.

A year and a half...
a year and 8 months...
He'd almost convinced himself that it was over,
that once he had buried her in the backyard
he'd be done with this once and for all.
A couple of days ago he thought it looked like
someone had been in the backyard,
and now the reports...
He'd gotten the first one yesterday,
and it pointed to zombie all right...
half-eaten corpses...
and then today, in the envelope,
a picture...
the heartless bastards hadn't just raised her from the dead
they took pictures of her feasting on brains...
this had to be the work of the kid,
probably raised her to be queen of his zombie army
or some such nonsense. Damn kids...
if only he'd had the strength to cut off her head the first time.
He'd need a plan if he was going to end this once and for all...
not for dispatching the zombie that was once his beloved Elaonor,
no, zombie capture and dismissal was easy stuff...
but dealing with the kid, and after him the guild,
for that he would need a plan...