The wind billowed with a vengeance, punctuating the eerie silence that had now enveloped Parafall.
"They will be upon us in a fortnight," Leslie remarked as he approached Natasha stationed on the wall.
Her gaze trained on the distant undead army fast approaching, Natasha replied. "They seem to have access to firearms of their own."
"It's to be expected considering their background and the fact that they have a Headless Horseman leading them. Our only hope now is ensuring that the Horseman doesn't survive the attack."
"If only there were more of us," Natasha remarked with Leslie letting out a sigh.
"Unfortunately, there aren't."
"And I wonder who is to blame for that?"
Silence followed as Natasha glanced at Leslie before returning her attention to the burgeoning undead army.
"I came here to speak to you about something."
"What is it?"
