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I woke up with my leg and head throbbing. What bit me? How did I get in this cabin? Why do I remember seeing my mother? All of these questions are running through my head as realize that I am in a cabin. I am sooo tired. I hear the sound of gun fire. I am finally able to stand on my own, barely. Out of the windows I recognize the zombies. They are just standing there. I hear from afar, ”I told you to stay out of this!”. It was the gypsy from town. Running Bear yells the question, “Stay out of what?!”.

There is Enyeto laying on the floor straining his muscles. It looks like he is trying to get out of ropes. Sweat is pouring off of his body like the outside of a condenser coil.  

I ask the others “What is happening?” Running Bear gasps and whispers “She killed the kid. She killed Franky!”. Then the gypsy lady faded into the fog. Just gone.

More shooting. I need to sit down again. Check my weapons and be ready if they decide to come in.

“He’s getting up!” this was Running Bear. “Franky is getting up.” Franky was dead. Now he is becoming a zombie. Running Bear steals himself to fire on a kid. The kid is undead but still a kid.  

BOOM! As Frankies limp body splashes into the muddy water a scream cuts through the rain and fog.

At the same time Enyeto sits up straight with eyes wide open. “She stabbed me! She stabbed me!”

What is Enyeto saying? There wasn’t any stabbing going on in here? Then I find out that the Gypsy lady had stabbed the kid, Franky. What is with Enyeto?

The zombies started walking away so we decided to get some rest. Watches are set for the night.

In the morning I find out that Mean Joe had tied up one of the zombies. All we find the next morning is a gnawed foot and a drag trail to the north.

2 Dogs must not like the splattering of brains. He is not feeling poorly. Father Matthew is going to stay with 2 Dogs.

Enyeto is ready to go. Enyeto fervently states, “That lady is evil but the knife she used to kill Franky is worse. That knife needs to be destroyed.”

It doesn’t take long to catch up to the shambling zombies. We have followed them to a clearing. Enyeto and Mean Joe lead us across the open area in the woods.

AMBUSH! Amid crashing from the trees and weeds come dozens of ghouls. I remember these from the town. They are fast!

Dalton and Tex must really like each other. They keep killing the ghouls in front of each other and yelling about it.

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