I figured I would post the character bios of the guys playing.  They can actually write.

Character: Balin Gemseeker
Class: Dwarf/Fighter

NG, Follower of Dumathoin, Keeper of Secrets Under the Mountain, brother of Bolmin cleric/ Talhund (hidden gifts), Mirabar, Mithril Hall, Sword Mts, Khelbel, Star Mts.

The dead reeked. The whole village reeked. Even his beard was making him sick. Covered in gore, Balin had been laying beneath a pile of dead bodies for the better part of the night. This last wave of "undead" had been overwhelming. Caught in a street fight, and no one left to back him up, Balin watched as the last of the townsfolk boarded up the local Inn, leaving him stranded and surrounded in the streets. He was sure that the Innkeeper had seen him, had even made eye contact, before slamming and barring the Inn doors. That "favor" would have to be returned if he made it through the night. In the meantime, Balin laid in the street, silent, under several dead bodies. He watched as the undead surrounded the Inn, clawing at the walls and windows. So far, they had ignored him.

As the night wore on, several curious things happened. At some point, an archer appeared on the roof of the Inn. His arrows zipped through the night with deadly accuracy, except the dead never fell, for long. Like pincushions, they would rise again, covered in shafts, and continued assaulting the Inn. Balin didn't know whether to applaud the archer's accuracy, or laugh at his ineffectiveness. There was something strange about the archer that the dwarf couldn't place. He was thin, graceful, almost feminine in build. He'd seen plenty of humans before, but this one was different somehow. Then, from seemingly nowhere, a group of humans rushed in behind the determined undead. They were loud. They were reckless. Balin crossed his fingers the noise they were making wouldn't attract all of the other zombies surrounding the village. He choked back a snort as the huge barbarian bounced off the barred door, landing flat on his ass. Then sadly, Balin saw their
 ineptness turn to horror as one of the newcomers went down in a spray of blood. Undead claws ripping and tearing at his innards. An intense urge to burst from his hiding place and help the group passed through his mind, but he had the sick feeling that they would be dead in minutes anyway.

This expedition had gone to the Abyss in an orebucket, fast.  They'd been in Homily for almost a week, waiting for the wizard who had never shown. Meanwhile this sickness had swept over the village like a plague, killing or turning everything in its path. Balin's brother, Bolmin, a cleric, had insisted that they try to help, at least until their wizard showed up. But the infection had afflicted half of their party, while battling the infected had taken the other half. He would have to return to Mirabar in shame, their mission a complete failure, not to mention the loss of his brother. Unless....

The archer was gone, one of the local guardsmen leapt from one of the Inn's windows and ran, the front door was open and the humans were hurriedly going inside. If he could somehow team up with them and get out of this infernal town. Balin tried to get up........BY DUMATHOIN'S BEARD THESE BODIES ARE HEAVY......