Duster didn't blame Tazendra. After all, he had been possessed by another force and driven to commit murder just months earlier. Tazendra just happened to be more capable of commanding a zombie army, that was all.

He paused his kicking, and watched her curiously. He supposed he should talk to her to clear up any misunderstandings. Duster walked off the matted area and sat by his removed shoes. "Yeah, I'm free."