The old well.

[Strideo]

There is an old well here with a little wooden roof and a stone wall. The crank seems worn and rusted and it looks as though the bucket is long gone. If you peer into the well you can't see the bottom. Cold air wafts up from the depths of the well.

Head North to the Mysterious House
This may seem crazy . . . but maybe you can get down the well
Head South

 

[Zphal]

Jumping Jehosophat! ZOMBIES!

This area is crawling with animated corpses thirsting for blood!

Quick! Generate a random number between 1-20!

Clue

Nothing here seems that unusual, but there seems to be a good amount of black cat fur.

 

[-The Insane Faerie-]

Naomi sneezed at the fur, since she had an allergy. She picked up a stone, just to see how deep the well was. She dropped it down, and heard a 'plink' a few seconds later. it wasn't that deep, and their sounded like their was no water in it, so she climbed down.  

[kiarados]

Edward has a black cat, he must have been here.
*checks out old well*  

[disliker of the mary sue]

black black fer. what could this mean. but before i could complicit this some zombies attacked.  

[Zphal]

"Well, well, well..." Zphal said upon seeing a couple of zombies sitting on the edge of the well. One was a male zombie, dressed in a decaying suitcoat, the other was a girl in a tattered old dress, who was holding a parasol. Zphal watched as the girl zombie dropped a coin in the well. The two zombies held hands, closing their swollen eyes with what was left of their eyelids. Zphal remained very quiet, watching their odd behavior. Her leg suddenly cramped and she wiggled, a twig snapping underneath her.

The two zombies opened their eyes and glared at her. Big, horrible toothy grins spread across their faces. Apparently their wish for fresh meat had come true.

Zphal stood as the female zombie charged forth. She delivered a shot to her abdomen. The female zombie collapsed with a feminine moan, and the male zombie stopped "dead" in his tracks. Ignoring Zphal, he clapsed his zombie bride in his arms; he looked to be weeping.

Zphal swallowed, suddenly feeling horrible for what she had done. This poor undead couple... she felt tears in her eyes.

Until the male zombie started devouring the female zombie's oozing intenstines.

Severly grossed out, Zphal shot him in the head, ending his canabalistic act. Some husband he turned out to be.  

[Okami Ameras]

I see more zombies, and I charge, ready to chop them all to pieces.  

[Okami Ameras]

I slice them to pieces, chopping off the heads of all the zombies that come close. I manage to kill 7 this way.

My muscles grow tired, so I jump up and stab one that's too close with my heels, then I jump down and kick another one into the well.

I head north.  

[Okami Ameras]

I teleport in and jump down the well.

BONSAI!!!  

[Molecular Atrophy]

Cat fur: another unusual clue.

Artemis was cursing, picking up as much as she could, when gurgles came from behind her. The zombie appeared to be a hick: with a straw hat and tattered denim shorts, Artemis was wincing as she gave the creature a one-over.

Its legs had maggot holes on them, along with very long leg hair.

"Yew creatures revolt mey!" Artemis slurred and laughed. She appeared to be mental already. Zombies? Cat fur? Rusty? Fish soup? Information swirled around her head but was all left un-decoded.

Swishing her axe around, she killed zombies without a straight mind.

"Whoosh!" She waved the lethal object at the oncoming attackers like a small child wielding a toy. Maybe even more like a toddler. Artemis's mind was still fogged, and she limped and swayed around, eventually falling onto the well.

Artemis braced her eyes closed and muttered a curse.

"I hate Taverns,"