Bitten

Mark and Greeny, their resolve etched in determined expressions, faced the formidable challenge of confronting the undead menace that had mercilessly claimed the life of their comrade, Rak. The air hung heavy with a mix of tension and the stench of decay as they prepared to engage in a battle that transcended personal loss, a battle against an enemy that cared not for sentiment.

In the midst of this grim reality, Mark's voice cut through the silence, laden with the weight of his concerns. "Do you comprehend the immense challenge it poses to recruit new members for my group?" His worry wasn't solely for the loss of a friend; it extended to the ramifications for his team's strength and reputation. In this harsh post-apocalyptic world, survival wasn't just about individual prowess; it was about building a community, a united front against the encroaching darkness.