Lance had been easily deafted and was now a zombified knight walking alone in the forest. Or was he? 

"Welcome, Lance." Lance did his best to turn slowly, his makeup runing down his suit. "I'm Zoama. Generation two of the plauge bringers and of the death whisperers."

"Lance?Lance?" the girl was extremely beautiful with encredibly pale skin and dark hair. And Lance was "her" undercover zombie.