I remember the first time I had the pleasure of meeting a Husk. I had gotten myself trapped in a sandpit of my own creation (as you do). Then, looking up, I saw a silhouette towering over me, lit up against the burning desert sun. “At last, my savior!” I cried, doing a little jig for joy. But then I heard that awful zombie screech, and I was thumped over the head.
Good times.
Husks dwell deep in desert sands, far away from their greatest nemesis, water. Come stumbling into their domain and they'll impart a deep hunger upon your soul to go with that dreadful thirst you must be suffering. For real, you actually get really hungry when they hit you. And unlike their regular Zombie friends, they don’t mind the sun. In fact, I’ve heard that when they’re not out attacking us, they enjoy catching some rays. Because who wants gross, green, flammable flesh when you can get a sweet undead tan?
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