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Death. It used to be one of the only things that people could ensure. Whether they accepted it or not, everyone knew. One day, each and every one of them would die. When the first person rose from the dead it was dismissed as doctor error. Surely they hadn't actually been dead in the first place? The second and third were dismissed as the ravings of a lunatic. But as more and more reports piled up, the people were forced to face the truth. Death was no longer the end. Those once dead were walking again. Decaying corpses wandered the streets, ripping into the flesh of any unlucky enough to get too close. At first everyone shut up their town, burning the dead and hoping that whatever it was would simply pass them by. But the flood of undead could not be stopped. It was now reaching the town of Andale, where our story starts. As people flee the town, where will they go? Who will they trust? Amongst the chaos, a group of young adults head out to a remote farm where they hope to make b
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The Farm is pretty far out into the middle of nowhere. There are no animals, but a raid on nearby farms could change that. It has a house with three bedrooms, a barn, and a shed. Luckily there seems to be food stockpiled in the basement. If you're lucky, there'll be a generator in the shed. There doesn't seem to be many zombies around, but fortifications should likely be made, especially because all of the buildings have seen better days. You never know what might wander into the area. Other than zombies, there are other people to watch out for. Not everyone is trust-worthy. The survivors will have to make this run down farm into their base, to protect however they can.

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