The mist hung low in the valley. It blanketed the low rolling hills. To the point where they almost disappeared at night. Yet they were only a stone’s throw away. In the sky the moon hung, A silver orb. It illuminated the low clouds which were a glistening ghostly white yet beyond the moon. Byond that there was a blanket of thick black, pure darkness. One single shaft of light penetrated form the clouds to shine upon an old abandoned farmhouse. Its crumbling walls barely stood. The moon illuminated a long brown cloud that covered most of the rolling hills. In the night a groan of utter eternal pain radiated from a point to the north. Suddenly there was a wall of figures on the horizon. The shambled forward making their cacophony of death. They advanced forward.