The day of the massacre began as any other. It was the start of fall and the cold air was just starting to be the norm rather than the exception. The travelling troupe had canvassed the area the day before and the crowd was excited for the show. As the audience settled in and began to read their playbills you could hear a low groan coming from across the field. Then you saw it. The shambling horde of the undead approaching. They bore a banner with skull on it and they moved in silence save for the low chanting of their leader.
The audience when they saw this panicked. It was Panamonium