"Brothers, is this what we envisioned for our avatar?"
The zombie army had completely encircled the two combatants, but they moved no closer. Lightning was falling one bolt after another, making the scene look like something wrestling promoters dream of. Outside the ring, Priest was laughing maniacally and urging his army to cross the lightning. One zombie approached the ring, and was instantly vaporized.
"We knew this would happen. It was, after all, in the cards, as they say."
Somewhere else, far away from that Pennsylvania town, four dark figures stood around a cauldron, watching...
