5: The Bell Was Rung
As I said, our rest was short-lived. As we were on our haunches, a mass of rotting corpses ambled toward us. Zombies...I hate zombies. We all gathered ourselves and hoisted each other to our feet. Carrick and Miresta headed toward the sea of undead and the rest of us followed. We were in no rush to start splaying body parts on the pavement. But it was inevitable. We set to work, pinching off the mindless creatures one by one. As hammers swung and blades cut, a reverie of precision came over us. Sabel, the obvious leader had unleashed these hellish creatures upon us. She was leading the charge, an attempt to put us in our place. We were making some headway when she retreated into the hallway, leaving us to deal with her horde of undead. Until the bell was rung. A loud, gonging bell filled the air. A timer. An indicator that something had begun for which we were not fully prepared. We worked our way to a large room with a platform in the center. As we rounded the corner ...