There we were, walking around in Bangor, Maine, trying to find food and medical supplies when the snowstorm began to brew. The air was quickly thick with icy winds and howling blizzards, but the worst part wasn’t the cold—it was the eerie, unnatural stillness. It wasn’t just the storm that had put the city into a frozen, lifeless trance. No, something darker was on the horizon.
I looked at my group, shivering but still walking, and noticed a swam of undead creatures behind them. But these weren't the mindless, moaning creatures you read about in the papers. These zombies had evolved—more intelligent, faster, and somehow... connected. We had to make it across the street, up the hill, and into the old Thomas Hill Standpipe. We could find shelter there, maybe even a clue about what was really happening...
You have the option to explain in your digital log:
- who is with you,
- most ridiculous way you defended yourself from the zombie attack,
- did you survive or die, and how?
*Make it epic and worth our time as it is a 5/5.