Your caravan stops for the evening to rest. It is a chilly night, the wind nipping at your neck,. A full moon in a cloudless sky lights the landscape diffused through an eerie fog that came up quickly.

Suddenly from behind you hear footsteps scrambling toward you. "Help! My cart broke down about a mile back and my horse is stuck. Please help, those things are going to eat 'er!"

Approaching the cemetery, you can see some forms lumbering around, almost aimlessly. Suddenly, they turn towards you, their eyes glowing red, a shade of hatred and fury...