Neen sat perched next to Sliver high up on the top of a twenty story office block looking down at the streets below. Several city blocks were now infested with zombies and they continued to spread without any loss in momentum. The police were trying to set up blockades to contain them, but each time they were simply brushed aside through sheer weight of numbers.
Up at this height there was a chill wind, but even that felt warm compared to the unnatural cold that radiated from the streets below. It made her shiver involuntarily. The sensation darkened her mood even further.
"What have we done Sliver?" she asked in despair.
"Don’t be so naive. If we didn't take on the job someone else would have," he scolded, but without conviction.
"What level of destruction and death do you need to see before your conscience kicks in?" she demanded.
"I am an assassin Neen, I can’t afford a conscience."
"There is a difference between being a paid assassin and a mass murderer!"
"OK already, I get it! I screwed up and we are deep in the shit and I need to fix it," he yelled. "Just stop the whining for a few minutes and let me think. You're worse than a bloody harpy!"
"We have been sitting here for half an hour! There is no way we can shoot our way out of this one, not without an army. We need to find that orc and get the elixir back. Then maybe we can reverse the spell."
"Do you think I hadn’t already considered that? If you are so smart then how about you tell me exactly how are we supposed to find him?"
"Clix seemed to know a little about our employer, at least enough to ask for that ancient coin to pay for the rental of his dex. Maybe he can tell us or knows someone who can."
"One small problem with that plan Neen. We let his dex get away when. When we turn up without it he is more likely to have us killed than help us."
"There is an undead army spreading through the city like a plague. I don’t think we have choice.”