The evil is gone from this world but left behind a terrible curse to those who felt its grip, they did not die but they did not live, forced to walk the night with out feeling searching for flesh and bodies to feast upon, they mass in their numbers from the darkness the go forth and march the streets in search of their next victim, the streets of this city are no longer a safe place to venture at night the hoard of the living dead patrol the streets to find that unlucky soul who tried their luck but their luck ran out