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The top of the summit leads to a wide clearing, where your group holds as the zombies continue their climb, only to fall at the peak of the incline. They have no way to reach you, making this the safest spot you've been for a while. Past the clearing lies a dense forest, and you can only hope that it's deserted.

You stand high on a flat stone rock and call out to the survivors. "All right, let's kill these zombies and be done with it fast. We have some rest and relaxation ahead of us."

As you look over the small Colorado hill and the last of the zombie horde writhing among their dead, you can't help but wonder where they all came from. Did they leave their homes in one communal calling and move together to scour the earth for the living? Or is it just nature—a relocation of sorts from an area where the living have been purged, so the dead search for a more suitable area to find vessels for the virus?