The tables weren't kind to decoyman that night. He'd lost over half his money and was further than ever from getting his insurance policy. The day had been no better. In fact, he had a run-in on the street with a rather suspicious character, and that didn't make him feel particularly well. At least he had escaped with his life... right? Throwing the remainder of his money at the table, he pushed back and said to the dealer,
Looks like I should've hopped onto vudu's coattails after all. Let me know how this turns out tomorrow, eh pal?
$40 Heads. It's all I've got left. We'll see if fate is smilin' at me.
With a sigh, decoy tucked his hands into his pants pockets and walked out of the casino, head hanging low. Just then, however, he heard a call from down the street. It was 18 days, claiming to have slain a zombie the night before. Decoyman stopped to listen.