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 his facial expressions invisible. "Plans will only help you until the first bite," he replied dryly. "But if you keep quiet, we might make it to the bell."