The party approached the fort, their hearts pounding as the sirens blared in the distance. The once peaceful grounds were now in a state of utter chaos, the gates shut tight and the walls crawling with armed guards. As they drew closer, they could hear the faint shouts of Captain Malek De Rosa, barking orders to his troops.

The party huddled together, their weapons at the ready, as they tried to make sense of the grisly scene before them. The survivors they had been talking to just moments before had warned them, their eyes wide with terror.

Suddenly, the air was filled with a sickening stench as the previously thought dead bodies started pulling themselves towards the party, their limbs dragging along the ground like grotesque marionettes. These were no ordinary corpses, no mere casualties of the apocalypse. They were Fort Raccoon Undead, the walking dead come back to life with an insatiable hunger for flesh.

The party fought bravely, hacking and slashing at the undead horde as it swarmed towards them. But their troubles were far from over. From above, a shrill screeching filled the air as the Fort Raccoon Winged Zombie descended upon them. These monstrosities were even more terrifying than the walking dead, their tattered wings flapping as they swooped down to attack.

The party was outnumbered and outmatched, their survival far from assured. But they fought on, their hearts filled with a fierce determination to see this nightmare through to the bitter end. The battle was brutal and bloody, the air thick with the stench of death and decay. And when it was over, the party was left battered and bruised, but victorious.

The party marched into the imposing fortress, its thick walls looming above them like a menacing beast. The air was heavy with the scent of death and decay, and a cold wind whipped through the fortress, carrying with it the whispers of long-dead souls.

As they made their way deeper into the fortress, the party stumbled upon a mimic, its jaws gaping wide like a hungry predator. Miya Moonwhisker, wasted no time in issuing her commands. With a stern voice, she ordered the mimic to drop its guise and leave, leaving behind a glittering pile of gold.

With their senses heightened, the party tiptoed past a massive drake, its scales glinting in the dim light. Their hearts pounding with adrenaline, they finally arrived at the laboratory, the heart of the fortress.

Jullenon, quickly went to work, picking up vials of precious antidote ingredients and carefully examining them. He also managed to find 2/3 of the antidote recipe, a valuable discovery that would help them defeat the deadly undead plague.

Miya Moonwhisker, on the other hand, found a tome about the undead plague and a strange contraption that would help them make the antidote. She handled the ancient book with care, knowing that it held the key to their success.

Just when they thought they were in the clear, a fierce battle broke out. The party fought with all their might against the boss and its undead minions, their weapons clashing against the skeletons and zombies with deadly precision. The battle was long and grueling, but in the end, the party emerged victorious, their bodies battered and bruised, but their spirits soaring high.

The party stood in the courtyard, triumphant after disabling the lockdown. They looked around, scanning the area for any signs of life. It was then that they saw them - four survivors emerging from the shadows, their faces etched with fear and relief.

The party approached them cautiously, unsure of what to expect. But the survivors were grateful, thanking them profusely for saving their lives. They explained that they had been holed up in a nearby room, hiding from the danger that lurked within the fort.

Previously, as the party searched the area for any clues that might shed light on what had happened, they came across two torn scraps of paper. The scraps contained incomplete sentences, but the party could tell that they were part of some sort of recipe or formula.

"...and combine it with the Draught of Cyan Barberry - 2 parts..." read one scrap.

"...Draught of Scarlet Eye with 3 parts..." read the other.

The party realized that these scraps were crucial to creating an antidote for whatever it was that had caused the lockdown. They searched the fort high and low, but could not find the missing pieces of the formula.

After a tense standoff, the party struck a deal to split the antidote 50-50. But they still needed the final piece of the formula.

That's when a survivor stepped forward, offering to provide the missing piece of the cure. The formula was 3 parts red, 2 parts blue, and 1 part white. The party quickly got to work, mixing the antidote and administering it to themselves.

But as they were about to leave the fort, they made a grim discovery. The child and the mother of the survivors they had rescued were infected with whatever it was that had caused the lockdown. Captain Malek De Rosa had ordered them to be killed, but the party could not bring themselves to do it.

In the end, they made the difficult decision to leave the survivors behind, hoping that they would find a way to survive on their own. As they walked away, the party could not shake the feeling that they had just made a grave mistake - a mistake that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.