If you were part of Lily’s posse, you could catch a mean game of poker over swigs of whiskey. Don’t even ask for a spittin’ match. Nestled in the outskirts of the apocalyptic world, wanderers would stop by her Trading Post to swap or buy resources. On the dawn of the third full moon, Lily was invited to a treaty with a neighboring watering hole. What ensued was a showdown for the history books and Lily met her demise. Buried by her beloved posse, all they could do was wait for their Trading Post to be overrun by their rivals. But what dies in the apocalypse doesn’t mean dead stays dead. Lily’s bones reanimated and now she looms about the Post, making sure her posse doesn’t go without whiskey or tobacco.