Oril had grinned hugely, clenched her teeth, raised her sword and about to send a blow that would behead Lord Mayor when a shuffling walker lurked at the door. She raised a furrowed brow, paused her hand and quickly hid the sword under the bed.

“Who the hell is that?” she murmured and her eyes combed around for the unwanted guests that lurked at the corridor. She thought she heard a shuffling walker but what she could hear right now was the shuffling of innumerable feet as though the entire packs were coming to pay Lord Mayor a visit.

The next thing she heard was the door creaking and opening...