Day 8 Ends

The residents of Resurrection showed signs of awakening from their lethargy. The Cemetary had grown large with graves, but the few surviving residents gathered to discuss just what should happen next. Some in Resurrection had kept detailed records of major known events. But despite the data many residents just had no idea what to do. The problem was people couldn't tell who was living (versus who was actually undead) and who was dead (versus who was actually living). It seemed that things really had decayed to the point of Zombie Armageddon. Who would the zombies get next when night fell? How many would the zombies get when night fell? This made everyone nervous, living or undead, because the zombies of Resurrection weren't docile like the zombies of myth. In Resurrection, they tended to be a chaotic unpredictable mass, lurching about with careless abandon and mayhem.

Despite the fact, that everything seemed to be falling into the Abyss, some intrepid residents made an effort to step forward. They stammered and stuttered, a natural reaction considering that Resurrection had a history of punishing the vocal, and made an effort to point at someone who might be undead or living. The Grimmace hadn't been seen at social events as far back as anyone could remember and seemed a prime candidate of mischief, but then again so did us. For we were often up to mischief ourselves. But the debate did not last long… it soon devolved into remorse over past deeds. Remorse was a powerful emotion that often brought ghosts back to haunt the living. When that happened, it was usually best to toast to them and light a candle for the coming night. A night that was coming all too soon…

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No one, no way, and no how was slain. Not with torch, not with stake*.

Night 8 Begins Now
And Ends in 48 hours

*Please Recycle your unused stakes