The days turned into weeks, and our little group grew. We scavenged for supplies, built traps, and trained for the battles ahead. And when the undead hordes finally descended upon us, we were ready.

"Welcome to our little refuge," he said, eyeing me warily. "We're preparing to make a stand against the dead. We could use someone with your skills."

As we worked together to fortify the fortress, I began to realize that this might be our only chance to reclaim the world. The dead were relentless, but we had something they didn't: each other.