Utopia
Bloodied rainwater covered the entire length of the ground underneath with the water level slowly rising constantly, making it harder and harder for the guards to keep their footing.
Due to the constant back and forth motion in the same place, they had started to dig themselves into a ditch little by little. The water was coming up to their ankles now and every step felt like they were stepping into quicksand, making it that much more difficult to move around freely.
They were at the end of their rope exhausted both mentally and physically.
The night was long, cold, and wet. There was an ocean of undead in front of them with no end in sight. They were tired, scared, hungry, and losing courage by the second.