Graverobber had purchased a shovel. That in itself wasn't strange, but he found that in this place there were actually less bodies. All of them were under the ground, too. There were hardly any tombs and absolutely no mass graves. Slightly disappointed, Graverobber kept about his work: a camping lamp was perched precariously on a tombstone of a gentleman named Leeroy Fitzgerald, with Graverobber almost done digging up the coffin. Only his head was visible, and occasionally the shovel as it flung dirt carelessly behind him.
He just hoped he could extract more than one vial from the guy: this was far too much work. He might as well just kill someone himself and leave them out for a couple of days.
A voice from behind him stated that what he was doing was indeed disgusting, and Graverobber's digging ground to a halt. Without turning around he stuck the shovel upright in the dirt, leaning on it, looking a cross between annoyed and amused.
"I thought I'd do it for my own self-fulfillment," he said sarcastically, and turned around, looking up at the petite blonde with her hands on her hips. He shook his head at the other and turned around, returning to his work.
What was it with cute blondes wandering around graveyards?
"You do realize that wandering around in the dark at night will get you hurt," he muttered, flinging dirt in her general direction with his shovel.