Parallax Realms

               Gal’barre               Gal’barre flexed his hand. “Undead…” he muttered.               He turned his desiccated hand over. The veins were dried. Once-plump flesh stuck fast to the underlying bones. Tendon stood in stark contrast on the grey-black skin.               He imagined his appearance, at least in the eyes of others. His once-pale skin, blonde hair and overall fair complexion had rapidly degraded into a steel-gray pallor surrounded with limp onyx hair and pale eyes. He had seen one reflection a few days earlier before smashing the mirror and walking away.               He had cut his hand in the process and as he’d imagined – no blood.               He opened his palm, eyeing the dark speckles on his palm – blood stains or other disease spots? He didn’t know.               “Turn around and walk away.”               “My name is Gal’barre. I’m not a zombie. I’ve been cursed.”               “I don’t care what your name was, infected. I want you to