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Story: You're out for a stroll on patrol looking for animal skins off dead bonedogs and as such you have a sudden wave of terror come over your body and you feel thee urge to run when you see the zombie horde approach. You run to town thinking you're safe. You couldn't be more wrong, as the town is swarmed and guards are dying left and right trying to fight off the horde.. Their turrets are useless. Blood only frenzies them on into a wild melee or chaos and a shower of blood pouring into the streets. You take shelter in a house closing the door; locking it shut. Throwing bread baskets and metal tables against the door. You hear screaming and agony from outside.