"Mum always said two things was certain, death n' taxes. Wit' that gone, what do we got now? Flippin' brain-chewin' monsters and canned peas fer breakfast. God, I miss bacon." - Zudd
The Weather
8°C (47°F); It's warmed up, but only a tinge, the fog clearing slightly with the presence of a chill cold rain.
The Rotting
There is only one late night attack today, moaning bodies and corpses lifting themselves from where they lay twitching in the dreary sleet to pound at the dirt walls of New Ashford from 1am until 3am on Friday.
Events in New Ashford
Commander George Leadswell seems to be excited about his possible 'new recruits' and their abilities. Interested individuals may read his
stirring invitation and choose to attend the 'zombie tipping'
festivities. Weapons will be provided for those lacking.