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[indent][indent][indent][indent][i][color=gray]It was an early spring morning, yet the day carried none of the wondrous joys of springtime.

A misty, dark sky had blanketed Huddeen, casting out the now rising sun. One might've considered it eerie. Desolate, even. To the superstitious, however, the fog was a warning sign.

Last night, a deafening crash was heard deep within the town's center, interrupting the mindless groans and grunts that now acted as a chorus to the quiet and empty Huddeen. What, or who, for that matter, it was, was still a mystery to those of Mulberry Street, for going outside at night was too dangerous and risky an option. Regardless, one thing was certain: the noise had certainly riled up the undead from their slumber.

Thankfully for the denizens of Mulberry Street, their street seemed to be clear and safe for the time being. There were a few stragglers that could be seen some ways further down each end of the road, but otherwise Mulberry Street had succeeded in surviving another night safe and zombie-free.

But for how much longer could this apocalyptic serenity last? And what was that noise earlier? Only time, and a potential life-risking expedition, could tell.[/color][/i][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]