On my way up to Oakland Cemetery I was nearly ambushed by a group of Zombies at this spot. As result I left another container in hopes each signature on the log will get me one step closer to home.
I sure hope soon to find some of my garrison soon as these parts are filled with the spirits of days long gone. Since my return I have run into vampires, goblins, leprechauns, and zombies. Being a General without men is like having a canteen without water...
