The skies grew dark over the Saint Lobelles Church, and the humans inside moved quickly to get to their stations. On the east-bound tower stood Mary, her long pink hair tied back in a bun to the back of her head, and her sniper rifle aimed down upon the open moorland. On the north-bound tower stood Dead, her velvet eyes calm as she prepared for an attack to any zombies that may come from the forest.
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