Walking Zombie 2

The forest is a silent jury as you weigh your next step, the rising sun casting long, judgmental shadows. "Here's the deal," you declare, voice steady like the dawn. "Cooperate now, or you'll stay here with your accomplice until the zombies make you breakfast. Your call."

Frank's expression shifts, fear mingling with a spark of defiance. But a glance at the stranger's pained face seems to drain the fight from him. "Fine," he mutters, picking up one of the crates. "We’ll cooperate."

Your eyes narrow. "And what about you?" you ask, turning to the stranger, who winces slightly as they adjust their position on the ground.

"I’ll talk," they concede, struggling to their feet with Frank's reluctant help. "Just… don’t leave us here."

With their cooperation reluctantly secured, you nod toward the path leading back to Woodlands. The three of you make your way through the forest, the crates of medicine a heavy reminder of Frank's misguided choices. Birds begin their morning chorus as you reflect on the tangled web of betrayal and good intentions.

As you near the settlement, the familiar sight of Woodlands' fortified walls looms ahead, promising safety yet demanding justice. Your mind races with questions—the stranger's true motives, the extent of Frank's betrayal—but those answers will come soon enough. For now, you must ensure these crates reach their intended destination.