Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5142578-20141021025856/@comment-19006363-20141105174912

"Help!" a cry uttered from a nearby shack. If one were to look across the sea of rotting flesh and horros there was a wooden shack within the construction site. A male voice repeated it's cry for help as a group of decayed monsters shook and bashed their deformed hands against the wooden haven causing it to shake. It looked like it would only be a matter of time before the door would give way and zombies would swarm into the shack and devour the poor soul inside