"Miss, you're bleeding," said a little boy hesitantly Eve's skirt tail pulled. Surprised, she looked down at herself. Indeed, apparently an arrow hit her while trying to bring the injured inside in front of the monastery, but she gave no sign. Her gaze swept through the great hall of her monastery. She used to hold church services here. But since the old king died, these halls offered the homeless shelter. Dozens of loungers now stand where the elaborately crafted pews once stood. Eva approaches one of the couches. An elderly man who lost a leg in a building collapse lay on it, clutching the sweat-soaked sheet in agony. She focused all her energies on the man. Outsiders could observe how a faint white aura surrounded them. Shortly thereafter, the man seemed to get better. She couldn't grow his leg back, but at least she could do something about his pain.

Out of nowhere, the chapel door flew open with a loud crash. Everyone in the room looked at the shadows of the figure, which nun stood on the door ledge. The creature slowly began to put one foot in front of the other and stepped into the chapel. It was only when the candlelight from within hit her face that one could see what the creature was. The scream of a woman realizing was standing in front of her, Eva snapped out of her concentration. The creature's clothing was torn and muddy. But the strangest thing was his green, rotten skin. It shuffled absently through the chapel. The smile faltered for a moment Eve's Face. She knew very well that a zombie was standing in front of her. Anger bubbled up inside her every time she saw one of those poor creatures. It was deeply incomprehensible to her how someone could have so little respect for life that it would deprive their victims even after their death. Eva took a deep breath and put on her usual warm smile again. At least the person in front of her wasn't to blame. She pulled out her book and began to read a prayer from it. Moments later, the zombie crumbled to dust in front of her.

Lately there have been more sightings of the undead. Eva was sure that she would have to hold those responsible for disturbing the peace of the deceased to account. Whoever is to blame.