So far so good. There was pretty much nothing going on in town, which was a huge part of why things were going well. We had gotten a bit cavalier with our lookout of the undead, as it had been well over 4 hours of walking, while Vance and I would periodically take the time to team up and scavenge nearby structures for any provisions. We still took it all seriously, but even in our situation, when you run into absolutely no opposition, there was a seemingly infinite source of flesh-eating undead just the night before.
However, all good things must come to an end, and the end of our good time had come in the form of some rather elastic ground. That might not be the best way to describe it, but while we continued as a group, it seemed like the cobblestone road beneath us began to bow and bend under our weight. One by one we became more aware of the strange phenomena that were occurring.
