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A glossy full moon cast light over the cloaked man sitting high in the tower window. He chuckled to himself as he reloaded his weapon and idly watched another undead fall in its slow, endless tracks. He'd lost count of them by this point.

"You know, if they had any brains left, they'd run. Or rush the buil—"

He stopped midsentence. A howl swept over the dusty hills, dunking his nerves in ice water and cutting him short.

"Damn," he hissed, now hurrying to gather ammunition, "now those have brains I need to worry about."