In a remote outpost situated 80 miles to the north of the besieged area, a small group of players found themselves facing a grim and precarious situation. Fear and uncertainty hung heavily in the air as the ominous sounds of the approaching undead horde grew louder, echoing through the desolate landscape.
The group grapples with their sense of dread and urgency. Among them was Pinball, known for his distinctive mohawk hairstyle, who voiced his concerns with a sense of urgency.
"They've found us! We should run while we can!" His eyes darted around the room, searching for signs of agreement.
Daniel took a different stance. His voice carried a note of determination as he countered, "No, we'll wait for Mr. D." There was a resolve in his eyes that suggested he believed in their chances of survival against the encroaching threat.
