The Rescue of Laketown

Freya slowly walked out of the building, followed by Harold. The two of them didn’t know what to expect, but they were ready for anything. Freya held her sword by her side, while Harold had his crossbow ready.

Fortunately, once outside, they didn’t see an army of infected waiting for them. Instead, there was a sea of people lying on the ground, not moving. A quick scan with her eye told Freya that they were alive, but unconscious.

As they walked through the street filled with the knocked out people, Freya noticed something immediately. The vines and branches that had stuck to the skins of the infected had fallen off. Their pale skins had recovered some color, but they were still too weak.

“We need to fetch someone to tend to them as soon as possible.” Harold commented as he also noticed the condition of the people. “They may have been freed from the infection, but they won’t last much long like this.”