A silvery full moon hangs over the small town that rests on the edge of the Louisiana bayou. The streets are quiet as corpses and ghouls shamble towards the town. In the church, Joan prays to saints for protection and blesses her weapons and bullets with holy water. She knows the attack will come soon. You are asleep in your bed when you hear something stumble into your home. It lets out a low groan and smells of the grave and decay.
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