Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24489208-20131110201811/@comment-17087283-20131110205757

Keerling sits up at night in the camp, watching for undead. The nights are long, only 5 hunters remain at the camp, 4 have already been attacked. They weren't seen again.

Keerling hears footsteps from the forest.

Keerling: "By the gods... No"

Undead emerge from the forest.