Four Kingdoms, The

They stand in a line, marching toward what seems to be a specific destination. Where are they headed? What do they want? You can only guess. They wear tattered clothing and make a terrible noise as they move past that reminds you of death itself. Their hands are outstretched and you suddenly realize who they are. Zombies! You didn't know zombies even existed. You look at your own skin and are relieved to see that you have not turned into a zombie yourself. What a relief! Should you join the march and see where the zombies are headed? It seems like a viable option until you see a knife strapped to the belt of one of the zombies. Maybe if you stole it...