The madness had began again. No, not the madness that Ward had witnessed since ariving at Drakesheath, but the madness of dead things returning, and all that came from that cursed book. The butler had made him drip gravy on his favorite jacket and for some reason this angered the otherwise docile man. Rising with the rest of the guests, he was ushered toward the library. And at that point he had had ENOUGH.

Evaluating the distance of this shambling autopsy, Ward pulled his .45 Colby and a nearby woman exclaimed "Oh no, not a pistol...I dispise the things...their good for nothing and only cause evil. You are such a bad man to even own one!"

Ward ignores the woman as he leans against the door jam of the library and fires directly into the living dead's forehead. It drops like a wet bag of mice, giving a few wiggles before coming to rest. Ward then turns his attention to the direction of the woman's voice and replies "Good...bad...I'm the one with the gun."