TWD RPG

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1h
The Field of Ghost Faces
As dusk fell over the abandoned cornfield, twisted shadows crept through the stalks. The ground began to tremble as vile zombies with grotesque, ghostly faces emerged from the earth. Their hollow eyes gleamed with hunger as they staggered forward, moaning in unison. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the only escape was through the twisted maze that held the key to their origin—or the doom of those who dare enter.