text: Really, it's the only thing that makes any kind of sense anymore. This war is lost there's not even any doubt about it. Hope is fleeting and if this is truly it, then it's going to be with the ones you did this for in the first place.
  
  Your small groups of soldiers wonder where you're going and you flat out tell them, in fact you tell them more than that.
  
  "I'm going home, and I suggest if any of you have any family you go to them as well. This is it folks, there's no happy ending here. It's been a pleasure serving with all of you."
  
  You then ride home as quickly as possible.
  
  The farm is scattered with undead. They attack and in some cases eat the livestock, while attempting to get into your house. Dead Zalan soldiers can be seen, except they aren't properly dead like they should be. The farmhouse is being attacked and you can see your sister firing her pistol at the zombies from one of the broken windows. You trample a couple of the zombies with your horse and kill couple more with your bow, but eventually you dismount and chop up the remaining ones near the farm house, since you want to save your arrows for anything potentially more dangerous.
  
  "Quick get inside through this window, the door is barricaded." your sister Randi shouts when she sees you.
  "No! It's a death trap to stay now! This place is lost! You all have to come with me!" you shout back, keeping an eye on the advancing zombies.
  "Can't Mom's hurt pretty bad. Got stabbed by one those corpses. We can't move her. Help's gotta come soon... "
  "NO, it won't Randi! The capitol of Zalan is being attacked as we speak! I came home to get your guys! This is the fucking end! We've lost! We just gotta... "
  
  You're interrupted when you have to cut down an advancing zombie. Your sister fires a shot at another one. Suddenly a scream from the house is heard, followed by another. That has to be Calwin, and Makana. Randi rushes from the window and you cut down another zombie before bashing the door down with relative ease.
  
  More screaming is heard along with growling this time. You look around and run down the hallway where Randi is standing motionless. She's dropped her pistol.
  
  You push her aside and see your other sister Makana dead on the floor and then a quick scan to the left and you see your mother eating Calwin.
  
  She's one of those things... 
  
  You act where Randi failed and give a killing blow to the thing that was once your mother.
  
  "I'm sorry." You whisper and her blood splashes across your face.
  
  Now you're ready to get the hell out of the house, but Randi is still standing there motionless.
  
  "COME ON! WE GOTTA GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" you shout.
  "Yeah...okay... " Randi says and begins to move like she's in slow motion and picks up her flintlock.
  
  You run past Randi in the hallway who's still moving slowly.
  
  "Randi get your ass mov... "
  
  You hear a gunshot behind you. Followed by the slumping of a lifeless body. You don't even turn around, you don't want to see.
  
  When you get outside, surprisingly the undead haven't become unmanageable yet, and you cut down another couple with relative ease. Your horse unfortunately has run off, you're on foot from here.
  
  You don't even know where to go. Where is it going to be safe? Nowhere, but you lack any other ideas, so you just head for unclaimed wilderness.
  
  After about a day of running, hiding and maneuvering, you're in a relatively safe location and that's when you finally allow yourself to grieve for the loss of your family. You weep.
  
  You've lost everything now. Everything you did was basically for them, and now they're all gone. You don't know if you can even continue. What would be the point? The world seems to be doomed anyway.
  
  But then after you think about it, you decide that if death is taking over the world, you're not going to make it easy. Death has already taken everything away from you except your life, and you're going to hold on to that as long as possible. You're going to live for your family and all the others that can't any longer.
  
  You're going to survive, because ultimately that's what you've always done. You've cheated death more than once already and you'll continue to do it. Death itself is going to have to hunt you down if it wants your life.
  
  After reaching this conclusion, you try to think of where you should go next. Going to any type of centers of civilization is out of the question now. You'd only have to move again, them being targets now.
  
  So it's the life of wanderer now. The question is where would be best? The forests aren't exactly safe, but you're more familiar with surviving in them. The mountains might be a little safer, but living in them is going to be a lot harsher.
  > head to the mountains
  Better to get accustomed to them now, since you figure you might have to live in them in the future anyway.
  
  You head further north and traverse the harsh terrain. As far as undead are concerned you're in no danger, however the mountain trolls and cragmaws living there are just as dangerous. You eventually find a suitable cave to live in. To keep yourself entertained you play your music in between your survival.
  
  It's a rough life, but you persevere for a few years. Unfortunately the day comes when a particularly large mountain troll tribe decides to finally get organized enough to eliminate you from being a nuisance.
  
  You awaken one night to see several large figures enter your cave. You spring to action immediately, which causes the trolls to laugh. This buys you time to kill at least one of them, but only one. You're outnumbered, trapped and there's nowhere to hide.
  
  The trolls savagely butcher you and even smash your mandolin over your head before you head to permanent unconsciousness.
  
  The only good thing is that trolls do such a thorough job of eating your body that not even your bones are left to be reanimated when the Great Lich Lord's influence reaches the area.