Our feeling of confidence got a bad hit when we got out of the entrance hall and into the cemetery proper. We started to think we were zombie magnets. Everywhere we walked zombies came out of the ground by the half a dozen.
Pretty soon we were overwhelmed and the only likely place of refuge seemed the mausoleum. Once inside we found out, to our relieve, that zombies have no clue as to how to open a door. Their numbers kept on swelling but we were safe inside.
Amsterdam plays The Gathering Storm
Garden of More
Experience of a Deadtime