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As the dawn of the second anniversary of H-Day approaches, those waking up in the early hours of the morning will notice that something is... well, off. That distinct sense of suspension one might feel at that time is disturbed. Whether it is heard or simply felt, there is something out there.

Particularly notable is that when these noises and feelings are investigated, there is definitely something there, slowly shuffling along. The curious work their way closer to this enigma, and what they discover might make them wonder if they are merely having a nightmare, for how could this be real? No, it couldn't possibly be real. And yet, they know it is, as the creatures amble past them with unwelcoming groans.

And they keep trying to convince themselves that it could be nothing but a nightmare, or maybe they've somehow awoken in Halloweentown, for how could zombies possibly be on their world, heading toward their homes?

In truth, this is not a nightmare, nor is it merely Halloweentown. Those unfortunate of the curious ones to be found by these undead horrors may soon end up walking among them themselves. Those fortunate enough (but then, can they really be considered lucky?) to see the creatures rip apart their fellows flee in terror to their homes, crying out for help, because there is no mistake that they are not allies, and that they are headed straight for their homes.

No citizens of any world are being spared this sudden invasion, although the smaller, less inhabited worlds find themselves considerably safer, being subjected to a much lesser amount of the zombies. Those larger worlds with warriors will find themselves with a battle on their hands - that is, if they want their worlds to stay under the rule of light and life.