Army of the Dead

Fred had been trying to teach Daenerys how to fly. These lessons consisted of having her jump from the second story window and fall to the ground, landing in a large sack of hay that Fred had left.

"Its not working" said Daenerys.

"Maybe we should try from higher up" suggested Fred.

Suddenly zombies attacked the city.

"Its King Marcus, he has sent his zombies" said Taria.

Fred looked at the zombies. They were rotting corpses wearing medieval armour. Not a looker in the bunch.

"So do we have to destroy the brain?" asked Fred.

"That does work" said Taria, "except that anyone with half a brain is going to make sure they're zombie armies have proper brain protection. We'd have remove the helmet from each one of them first"

"What happens if you get bit?"

"You get infected and become one of them"

"Don't want that, Daenerys and I will pull back" said Fred, "actually you should do so too, Taria, you're too strong to risk becoming a zombie"

Fred and Daenerys retreated into the palace.

"I can take them, daddy"

"If you get bit, its all over for us"

--

Fred, Daenerys and Taria fled into the palace. Fred ran over to the blacksmith's forge.

"Is the armour ready?" he asked.

"Yes"

Fred put on the armour he had the blacksmiths create for him. It wasn't exactly how he pictured it would be but then again, his expectations were unrealistic. It looked enough like a medieval Darth Vader and was definitely intimidating.

Fred put on the black armour.

--

Alice and Sara were hiding in their room. Neither of them had any fighting ability. Farsel was shooting fireballs at the zombies. Unfortunately, it just meant that they now had fire zombies approaching them.

Fred burst into the room and started killing zombies. While it was hard to remove the helmet and stab the brain, Fred found it was simple enough to to attack the unprotected joints in the armour, disabling the zombies.

With the zombies unable to move, it was then a simple matter of removing their helmets and destroying their brains.