I peered through my scope to look at where Gabe had set up his hide. A thin grey fog hung low over the mountains, obscuring the hillside where he lay under a thick blanket of leaves and foliage. We’d both had ample time to set up our positions, and as usual Gabe blended in so seamlessly with the hillside that if I had not known exactly where to look, I never would have spotted him. I was equally well hidden on the other side of the broad valley, and not looking forward to another morning of watching and waiting. It had been three days since the swarm attacked us, and quite frankly, I was anxious to get the party started. We roughed up the cabin and the tool shed to make it look like the horde had torn them up, and scattered a few corpses inside the perimeter fence to make it seem as though the undead had broken through. After we staged everything, the cabin looked exactly as I would imagine it would if the dead really did overrun us. Gabe spent two days reconnoitering the small house in an isolated hollow where the other raiders had set up shop.
