... pain was too much for him, so he waved goodbye to his previous home and ran away to the underhive. Alone amidst the crawling horror of the badzones Karloth foraged for a few miserable morsels of food he was pursued by relentless plague zombies, a pack of shambolic carnivores hungry for his flesh. Karloth ran until his feeble body could carry him no further and the foul creatures set upon him, worrying at his flesh like dogs. Karloth could sense the dim, sluggish minds of his devourers, their thoughts made jagged by instinct but still simpler than a child's. Fired by the strength of desperation Karloth drove the zombies back with an effort of will, quelling their killing instincts so that they stood by. He lay there crippled and helpless with the zombies all around him as the zombie plague they carried ate into his brain. Hours passed but somehow he clung ...

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