Why is he at this park on this bench? The zombie in him doesn’t know but that last little spark of human might.
Maybe it’s where he first met his wife or where he had ice cream with his daughter every Saturday, the same family members he might have ate when he turned.
He doesn’t care because he’s a zombie and yet, he still finds himself here.
Script on shirt is in Dova (Dragon language) and translates to:
By his honor is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay,
And the fiercest foes rout,
When they hear triumph’s shout,
Dragonborn for your blessing we pray.
And the scrolls have foretold,
Of black wings in the cold,
That when brothers wage war come unfurled,
Alduin, bane of kings,
Ancient shadow unbound,
With a hunger to swallow the world."