Lily wandered through the settlement a frown on her face. A hunting party should have been sent out, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember if anyone had been sent. “Whose hut is that?” she wondered. It looked recently lived in but she couldn’t remember who lived there. Shrugging, she went about her business. Strange weather continued. Acid rain threated to ruin the settlements supplies and the survivors had to dismantle some infrastructure to prevent the damage. With food running low, Frisky, Ignis the 2nd, Wesley and Sheba went off to hunt a Gorm in its lair. Things were going well with the beast was bleeding out. In a frenzy it trampled Frisky to death. Spinning around it wretched acidic vomit, melting Wesley. Sheba and Ignis scrambled around trying to land the killing blow. Two acid baths later none of the hunters were left. Back at the settlement, sickness swept through taking Lily’s and Motorboat’s lives. Compounding the disaster the Hand of the King a