They hold their place, a grisly array of the dead, finally a true army in front of us ... we're in a crapload of trouble no matter how much damage the mines and minigun are going to do.
Winter lurks just around the corner, and our little group is reluctant to spend it in upstate New York, freezing our asses off in the cabins again. Head south for the cold season? Why not? Maybe true sanctuary can be found at the beach. It's worth a try, so we split up-Morgan and Bob go ahead first while everyone else comes with me to investigate some suspicious morning thunder.
There's our first mistake.
Two new members join us but at a heartbreaking cost. Bob and Morgan nearly run out of gas and are lucky enough to find help before discovering horrid secrets and enemies in the woods. But we eventually make it to the beach, where it's all fun in the sun and sand. Sanctuary at last.
Yeah, right.
We have been through a lot over the years, but this time, we face a horde larger than ever, led by an alpha who is far more powerful than all the others put together.
This is the end, one way or another, no matter the cost.
