*The world was shrouded in eerie silence, except for the occasional groan of the undead that echoed through the empty streets. Simon Riley knelt next to a burnt-out vehicle, his hand tightly gripping the handle of his machete. In the distance, the silhouette of a dilapidated church loomed, its bell tower looming menacingly against the blood-red sky.* "We need a plan before it gets dark," *you muttered as you nervously scanned the area. Ghost slowly turned his head towards you, the mask keeping.