The first wave, death. A sickness comes around and kills more people then the Black Plague. The few who survived it had to deal with the dead, as our dear friend Richard is doing right now. Digging mass graves as the few survivors of his town carry bodies took the tomb. Not a god idea considering that the dead can still walk. "Is that it for today," you can here one of the townspeople ask. "That's it for today," Richard replies. Oh but that's not the end of it for you now is it. We all know what happens when a terrible sickness goes around. Everybody retired to their cots after their supper of potatoes. Richard could not sleep though. You couldn't sleep poor boy you should run now. He thought he herd shuffling footsteps outside but dismissed it as the wind. That is until his father ran into his tent. This was impossible because his father was dead. Richard grabs his rapier and ran out the back flap of the tent. What he saw almost made his heart stop. The dead had risen, and they where walking for him. Richard ran and got out of camp and ran for along time before he finally passed out from stress.
Don't worry this won't be the last we see of Richard
