TalentChapter the Thirty third Dissolution
Aileen was dead before she had finished pulling the large kitchen table over to shield her from the spear that was thrust at her. The grinning cadaver, dressed incongruously in a tailored blue business suit, had come crashing through the large window next to the pantry door brandishing the broken shaft of a garden rake and immediately skewered her where she stood. Her shriek brought her husband running, then Jon, and then me short behind him. The first group of the undead were piling into...