It was another day in 1813. The zombie apocalypse was raging. Chaos erupting everywhere. You and Edmund were with a group of 10 others in a small town in Wales. There are random zombie onslaughts often. Nobody is ever prepared but all seem to know what to do. Despite it being 3am, Edmund is awake smoking a cigar outside.

“Ahh.” He says taking another drag “It’s a peaceful clear night. Beautiful skies.”