The First Wave
The undead army was finally upon them, which unnerved most of those that were there to defend Fantom City. As the humans readied themselves for what was to come, without any signal, the undead army charged at them.
The footmen responded to this act by charging at the undead as well.
"No don't charge yet!" someone shouted, but none of the footmen could hear it.
Fear and the desperate resolve to protect their homes, their children, and their loved ones had drowned out reason. Many of them were not soldiers. They were farmers who had spent their lives behind plows instead of shields. Some were merchants whose hands were more familiar with coins than swords. Others were blacksmiths, carpenters, hunters, fishermen, stable workers, and ordinary townsfolk who had volunteered because there was no one else left to stand between the enemy and Fantom City.
They charged with whatever they possessed.
Rusty spears.
Woodcutting axes.
Pitchforks.
