Sep 10, 2016
Daily Word Prompt: Approaching
The town is nearly empty, you and your group of mercenaries are helping people pack as quickly as possible. The growing silence is only broken by the cries of children. Their world is too simple to be tossed on its head like this. Mothers comfort them, telling them not to be afraid, but their eyes betray this sentiment. The ever approaching horde of zombies, raise by necromantic magic, is the cause of all of this. Towns and cities have already bee raised by this slow and relentless terror. You all are fleeing the inevitable, in the hopes that you can somehow stop this horror.
