“They felt the call of home, and travelled back to the graveyard that first spewed them forth unto this world, but when the arrived it seemed that even death had rejected them, much as life had turned it's back. A new group of undead creatures had usurped their homes, claiming it for themselves.

A challenge was made for the right to use the derelict piece of land as a place of rest, it was excepted. A virus was spreading through the area, but the team was strong and immune to it's grip.

The ball was kicked and the battle for a home begun, zombies fell much as they had done when blood still raced through their veins, but the rose again, ready to face their opponents again. Players left the pitch senseless, much as the battle around them.

When the dust cleared it was obvious that the team could reclaim their home, but now it didn't feel like a place they could call their own, so the left it behind, Palin the leader of the wolves was limping badly, the other wolves gathered round, ready to pounce if he showed any signs of weakness.”