Wickersham, 15th of February, 2nd year after God Fall
From outside your second floor apartment, you hear the hurried steps of feet splashing through the muck of the town streets.
Hurrying to the balcony window you see a young lad, no more than ten summers old. He has a frightened look on his face. As he
runs past he looks up and shouts "Shamblers! They've gotten through the wall!"
The boys continues running towards the castle keep.
You look up the street and see three disheveled creatures, slipping and falling in the mud, yet onward they come.
They are dressed in tattered rags and skin has tightened around their skulls and fallen off in other places. A low moan arises from them. None of them are armed and the third one is horribly distended and bloated about the middle.What shall you do?