"Where did they all come from?"
"I don't know."
"How do we take care of them?"
"I don't know."
"What do you know then?"
"I don't know."
The last answer resulted in a slap across the back of the head for the one that answered.
This not only made them feel wronged, it also pulled them back to reality as they stopped answering out of habit.
But it really was a sight filled with despair that was spread out in front of them.
Even if they wanted to deal with it, it really was hard to deal with all of these undead that had gathered around their village.
Taking a deep breath, the chief of the village said, "Go and hold your defensive positions. I'll go call the boss and see if we can get any reinforcements."
The villagers nodded in agreement, but they had grim looks on their faces. It didn't seem like they had much hope that reinforcements would come in time.
