It was a normal evening at the Marston’s abode of Beecher’s Hope. You and Jack were sat on the couch in the living room reading a book together like you normally did.

John had just gotten home from one of his adventures as he came in from the storming rain outside. Standing beside his wife and planting a kiss on her face.

You jumped at the sudden boom of thunder. Even more confused on why the undead were roaming on the front lawn. Both of you watching as the braindead roamed the lawn.