They are the residents of Gray Stone Town...
York spent almost his entire life in this small town. Many watched York grow up, and likewise, York watched many people grow as well, but now they are all dead, perished on this absurd day.
Suddenly.
York couldn't understand why this was happening. He was a devout priest, did good deeds. If this were indeed punishment from fate, at least let York know what he did wrong, that way he would be more at peace.
Perhaps this is reality, the unreasonable reality.
"No…"
Amidst the dense gnawing sounds of the zombies, a faint yet steadfast voice arose.
"No… no, no, no, something must have gone wrong with this world."
A blood-soaked thorn pierced through the horde, followed by more thorns, one after another, like a spear formation.
"Yes… something must be wrong."
