Steve and the small band of survivors made camp in the City Square. "So where is your leader?" asked Steve.
"Our leader has gone off looking for where the creepers came from. Apparently they came through the Portal at the far west. Our leader went in and is probably lost." replied Foocehs. "We could've left here at the first sight of danger but my house was destroyed in the attack. I had boats and food and my chests but they were burnt." It was midnight and a loud howl echoed through the ruined city. "What was that?" asked Gnaus. HOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWL! The shout went louder and louder. Suddenly an arrow flew through the air and struck Steve in the leg. "OUCH!" shouted Steve. Foocehs, Gnaus, DarkKnightG and Dragoneater drew their weapons, ready for attack.

The group waited a few minutes. Suddenly the closest dead body moved, turned green and rose onto it's feet. The dead were becoming zombies. "Defensive formation!" shouted Foocehs. The group shuffled into a circle, back-to-back. Gnaus helped Steve into the center of the circle and got his sword out. The zombies were closing in closer and closer. The group shot arrow after arrow at the zombies. "I never thought there were so many citizens in the city." said Dragoneater. Another howl rippled through the air. When the final line of zombies were gone, twenty wolves came charging from holes in the ground. The group readied themselves for what could be certain death.