Walking Zombie 2

You lower your shotgun, the tension in your muscles unwinding ever so slightly. Frank's eyes remain wide, a mixture of relief and dread washing over his face as you take a step back, away from the threshold of violence. "Frank, you're on thin ice," you warn, your voice a quiet storm. "I’m taking this to The Elder. Pray there's mercy in his judgment."

Turning on your heel, you leave the dim confines of the shack behind. As you stride through the settlement, the wood creaks underfoot, as if whispering secrets about the confrontation that just unfolded. Dawn's light flickers through the trees, casting dappled shadows across your path toward The Elder's quarters.

The Elder's residence stands at the heart of Woodlands, a humble yet sturdy structure. Its walls are adorned with symbols of hope and resilience—a stark contrast to the doubt gnawing at your mind. You wonder if confronting Frank was the right choice, or if there’s more to his story than meets the eye.

Entering The Elder's office, you find him hunched over a map of the region, his brow furrowed in concentration. He looks up as you approach, acknowledging you with a nod. "What news do you bring?" he asks, his voice a gravelly echo of authority.

"The supplies," you begin, recounting the morning's tense encounter with Frank. The Elder listens intently, his eyes narrowing as he weighs the gravity of your report. "I see," he says, finally. "We cannot afford betrayal, not now. I will deal with Frank personally."

Behind The Elder, a map of the world burned by apocalypse hangs, a reminder of the stakes at play.