<b>The Undead Nightmare</b><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">A cool breeze sweeps across the bare planes... Grace keeps her eyes on the undead as she slowly creeps amongst the bushes. Her senses sharp and alert. There is only one easy way out of this.. And, there was no light at the end of her tunnel. <br/>
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She spots a figure... presumably on a horse galloping on the horizon line. As desperate as she was, she really didn't want to scream and shout to the figure, that would just attract the undead to her.<br/>
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She moves cautiously. Slowly, stepping down slowly being sure to make absolutely no sound. </span></b>