"I know it's meant to buy time, but I have a hard time accepting that we are allowing the undeads to spew their toxic belief right at us" Milo sat on the roof of a house, the sessions of preaching took place near the barrier, the livings stayed on their side, and the undead stayed in theirs, the latter currently making an explanation of what they called the 'aspects of death'.
"You don't need to stand guard everytime one of their preachers comes by, you know? The barrier is in the middle anyways, they can't do anything foul, if anything, they are taking more risks than us here"
"Why do you come to watch every time then?" asked Milo.
Toby turned to him, and looked around for a few seconds before responding.
"I am hiding"
"...From your wife? Why?"
