Post by Joe Zombie on Jun 22, 2017 8:49:04 GMT
The morning in Gotham cemetery was cool yet warm dew still covered the grass and the sounds of wind whistling threw the trees was like music to Joe after all this was his home now. Taking his time today Joe walks across the freshly cut grass to his secluded spot by a pond, here he disrobes to his boxers and begins to wash himself. He may be dead but he still smells and he trys to fix that or at least make it barable by washing god I hate the fact I cant tell were im dirty he thought to himself due to his skin being a purplish black all the time. After satisfied by the fact he couldn't smell himself meant he was clean enough putting back on his clothes he began to do his rounds, walking by and cleaning the headstones of there graffiti putting flowers down on those that dont have them the usual. He was halfway done with this process when he heard crackling at first he thought it was himself with his expiring organs and bones but as he looked around a small apartment in the distance was in flames he could see some figures in it as well as others get into a car and speed off. Here he was left with a choice help those inside who could die or leave them to take on the people who might have caused it cursing to himself he grabbed his mask putting it on and making his way twords the building