Lonzak creates piles and piles of planks and pops them into his inventory. He then strips the branches and sharpens the ends of them. He places the spikes all around the grassy field surrounding the burrow.

“Well, my home was quaint.” Wilton stares at Lonzak.

“You want me to kill monsters, right?” Lonzak asks bluntly.

“Yeah, sure.” Wilton rubs one of his arms.

“Then we wait till nightfall.” Lonzak nods.

Lonzak takes a stone pick from Wilton and heads to the quarry. He breaks apart stone until night falls. Wilton on the other hand takes the acorn flour, turns it into two dough balls with water and salt. He then cooks the two dough balls.

Wilton reheats two bowls of soup. He brings a bowl of soup and a piece of bread to Lonzak. The orc looks at the food suspiciously and then looks at Wilton’s portions.

“What is this?” The orc asks.

“If you are fighting, then you need your strength.” Wilton says.

“Fair enough.” Lonzak accepts this reasoning and takes the food.

They both eat and head back to the burrow as night falls. Wilton takes the deer hide, the bone needle, and some plant twine. He sews a pair of leather pants for the orc. The halfling pads the crotch with wool to avoid chafing.

Lonzak and Wilton stand atop the burrow. Wilton has lit three torches around the burrow and has kept the fireplace inside burning to create ambient light from the burrow. They wait as night falls and darkness crowds in around their lights.

Within minutes a figure stops at the edge of the torchlight.

The two watch as the figure lurches forward. Rotten flesh and a decaying body. Some sort of humanoid creature suffering from necrosis. It groans as it stumbles towards the burrow.

Lonzak roars and charges the undead. He slams his ax down on the creature's shoulder. It swings its arms as Lonzak raises his shield. He is knocked back by the creature, but the shield absorbs the hit.

The halfling tosses his spear at the zombie as Lonzak swings his ax again. Both attacks land. The zombie stumbles back. Lonzak quickly follows up with another strike and beheads the undead. Its body collapses to the ground. Dead.

There is the sound of more groans from the darkness. Coming from different sides of the burrow. An arrow flies out of the darkness and slams into the orc’s shield.

“Into the burrow!” Lonzak backs up towards the burrow as three more zombies emerge from the darkness.

Wilton jumps off the burrow and he quickly opens the door to his home. Lonzak moves into the burrow after the halfling. They slide the door back into place. The orc has to duck inside the burrow, but he quickly finds his way into the interior.

“Tomorrow we will be more prepared.” Lonzak says.

“Oh, for sure.” Wilton sighs.

The two lay down on opposite ends of the burrow. They both drift off to sleep with the warmth of the fireplace. And the white noise of undead clawing at the entrance.