Chapter 12
by 
IsabellaReyes
What's next?
(House Fortified) The Horde passes
The banging ceased, the zombie distracted by a distant sound.
The house was now silent except for their breathing. It felt like hours, but Noah knew it had only been minutes. Finally, the sounds of the horde faded slightly, their relentless march moving away, but Noah wasn’t taking any chances. He didn’t move.
Olivia exhaled slowly, the tension in her shoulders loosening. “Are they gone?” she asked, voice barely audible.
Noah didn’t answer immediately. He just stared at into her eyes, waiting, listening. The minutes stretched. He couldn’t be sure.
The unmistakable sound of shuffling feet and guttural moans grew quieter, moving away from the house.
Then, finally, Noah nodded, his expression grim, and she leaned against him, the warmth of his body reassuring, her body trembling with relief.
Their defenses held. They had survived their first encounter with a horde.
[Camp Morale +10], Weekly Rations [-6 Food](2 survivors, 3 days)