From the rooftop of the brewery he watched. Zac heard the warnings of the horde making it’s way north. It was a waiting game now of just when the first of the undead would be at the door. It wasn’t a game he was wanting to play. In the past he would have been out on the front line doing something, but if the horde was really as big as he’s heard...
Now that would be quite the death sentence. It was all that could really cross his thoughts at this point.
He had been up for there for a couple hours, and at this point was largely only focused on what was past the brewery. Unaware of someone else coming up from behind him.
“Huh-? What do you want?”














