Once you have all those details, it's just a matter of picking up the threads and weaving the quilt.
So here we are, you and I, in a little farm in the town of Dead Ends with yellow fingernails scratching at the front door. I guess they heard me after all. Sorry about that. You'd better grab that shotgun in the corner by the fireplace. The shells are on the mantle. I'll be leaving you soon, and I don't want you to be completely unprepared when the front door splinters apart and our friends come spilling in.
That's all I have to say. I'm going now. Cripes, can you smell that? Must be a pretty ripe bunch out there. I suggest you aim for their heads and whatever you do, don't let them circle you. By the way, don't bother trying the breezeway door. Good luck.
~NP
"Revolutionary Soldiers" by DJ Coffman