It was a dark and cold night in England. It was raining hard outside. The sounds of zombies with the rain filled the night. Tord and Tom were in a little base in the broken town. There were little to no survivors in that area. They didn't know if Edd and Matt were alive. Tom was looking out the tiny window as he tightly held his ax. He could see the zombies and if they got too close, he'll kill them. Tord was sitting down. It's not like he could do much with one leg. Damn, this rain has been going on for awhile now. Tom said, a bit annoyed and blunt as he sighed.