Zacheus/Theo/Cy/Cormac
She left him. Or he'd dawdled, but he'd settle for the idea that she'd left him. She'd left him in streets filled with the undead. He'd frozen when he realized what had happened. The man couldn't think. He could only stare at the fact that these creatures were on the surface. There was no amazing epiphany. He was just going to die here. That was it. He was going to die in the worst way possible. He was going to be eaten by his worst fear. This was just his luck. The mage almost wanted to laugh. The sound had started to bubble from his lips, pulling the attention of the hobbling creatures.
"No," he said as he backed away. "No, there is no way I'm dying alone on this street with you," his hands reached into his satchel, pulling out an array of vials filled with blue liquid.
The screeches came from not too far from where the trio were located. He'd broken the vials on the bodies of his would be killers. "CY, WHAT AM I PAYING YOU FOR?"
A moment later, a white light brightened the poorly lit street. It gathered around with each word he spoke as his voice thundered, "Life's refreshing breeze, heal from the sky! Cura!" The spell wasn't strong enough. It was stronger than the one he usually cast, but not as strong as he would have liked it to have been. He was going to overexert himself if he tried to do it again. The light grew washing over the undead burning where it touched.