Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-4363162-20150602000108

"I'm all out. Cover me."

Adler retreated from his position at the walls to grab fresh magazines for the crossbow. They'd held out for about 3 days by now, and yet the undead were still thick around the school. Personally, he'd stopped counting kills when he hit 30.

The heavy stone walls of the crafts school proved resilient against the onslaught. The main issue was supplies. While the school had forges and even a natural coal mine, food and water couldn't last forever. The recent addition of farm plots would help, but not nearly enough. They had relied on small amounts of supplies, smuggled in by couriers through a tunnel; but even that was now overrun by the creatures. The endless moaning from the undead had left many defenders weary, but they'd managed to survive with a near zero casualty rate, with the exeption of a few who had thought themselves strong enough to force their way through.

Poor bastards.

Returning to his post, he cocked the crossbow once more and continued the usual cleanup routine.