Norman stuck his katana in the ground as he set his shotgun to the ground. He was holding a slim detonator. He flipped off the lock and the red light glowed. He grinned at the distance, there was a flat clearing. Norman clicked the red button and an explosion rattled the earth, Norman clung to his katana to steady himself. The quaking quickly ceased, and Norman worriedly stared down at the result.
Bingo. The top lair of sediment had been completely unearthed, leaving an enormous rectangle about seven feet deep. Norman grinned with pride. "I'm getting used to this detonation business, eh boys?" There were inhuman moans of agreement. Norman picked up his katana and threw his knives and the rest of his detonation gear on the ground. "Pick that up and wait for further orders." His servants quietly stalked over to the pile and followed his command, as his slid down the hill he stood on and took a walk to the rectangle he had blasted into the ground.
"This is truly a brilliant idea. Cartel is a genius. I'm just glad I could be part of it." He stared at his katana as he walked. "It's all falling into place... Soon this will all be ours." He reached the edge of the rectangle and stared down.
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The zombies were at work hauling away the piles of dirt that had been unearthed as Norman stood in the center of the triangle. He had spread various powders and some liquids all around the edge of the rectangle and various wooden pieces and sawdust like substance were littered all across the inside of the triangle. For a final touch, Norman spread a gray, sandy powder in a neat circle in a ten foot radius around him.
Standing at the center of the circle, he plunged his blade into the ground, but this time held tight to the handle, and with a grin started his incantations.
