When the fog is thick, and the tides are right, that's when they come. Seaweed wrapped about their bloated bodies, the reek of death hanging all about them...slowly they shamble from the sea, toward the lights of an unsuspecting village. They've come to add new recruits to their ranks or slaughter all who resist. By dawn all that is left are shattered doors, broken glass, carnage and drag marks toward the sea. Instinct: Drown the living, Attack coastal towns, Roll in with the fog

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