The Undead Scourge
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The refugee train was suffering heavily. They had already been through several skirmishes with occasional undead, and were running out of supplies. To make matters worse, several women and children were starting to become pale and have long coughing fits. There were not many soldiers in the group, and barely any weapons. It was apparent to all that if they did not find refuge, the Scourge would overtake them.
The refugees drag themselves into the monastery, barring the doors and salvaging whatever wood they can to cover up the windows. There they sit, huddled in the darkness, draped in the deathly air and the smell of their own fear.
A skeletal figure slowly shuffles out of the woods. It turns its eyeless skull towards the monastery, shambling towards it, letting out a demonic screech. The other undead quickly answer the call, and from the forest arises the ghastly shapes of skeletons and ghouls.
The refugees grab their swords and their sticks, preparing to fight. Though their hands are clenched and white, determination is in every face, as they had resigned to their fate - there is no escaping from death.
On the door there is a knock. Then two. The undead scratch and thrash at the door. Viciously clawing at the surface, their bony fingers rip apart the soft, rotting wood. The barricade does not last long, and soon the nightmarish soldiers break into the dilapidated building.
Somehow the refugees manage to repel the first wave of attacks, but by now the undead has completely surrounded the monastery, and most able-bodied refugees have already been injured.
As the second wave advances, the ominous scrape of fleshless feet against cobble pavement is the only sound in the dark night.
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