Dave just stared in dismay as the banshee scream echoed though the camp. His horror mounted as he realized what was about to happen as he saw the tide of undead breaking towards their position. He'd heard stories but he'd never seen it this bad they had to get into the town hall it was their only hope. He gave up a desperate prayer to whatever god might be handy that the security code he'd been give for "business" purposes hadn't been changed. "Right behind you buddy" Dave said evenly as he tried to fight his growing fear.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Invtory and status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun with1/9 shots, Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms. <br/>HP 135/135 SP 77/98 Well Rested</div></div>