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Down the hill, a half dozen zombies appear from the tree line. They trot over the dry road leading toward the Cathedral, their rotted legs bending at sharp angles like circus freaks. Their high-pitched squeals shatter the calm of the afternoon.

"Wow, lots of targets," Uncle Lou says and fires the rifle at the closest one. Even as the first is dead, and Uncle Lou loads the next round, a new group of zombies flows from the forest. Over a dozen now run up the hill, only 100 yards away. Uncle Lou has a determined look and brings down two more walking carcasses. Big beads of sweat roll off his nose.

"Holy mother o' god, where they all comin' from? We better get back to the Cathedral."

The two of you waste no time in retreating back to safety. The zombie numbers in the area are definitely rising, and had you been further from the Cathedral, escape may have not been possible. Is this some prelude to Zombie Exodus?