I had a dwarf in the starting party who 'liked shortswords' and 'liked steel'. Naturally, I made him the weaponsmith and embarked on a sinister site. For the first couple of seasons, I was completely unaffected by the evil nature of the place, never once experiencing blood rain or reanimation. Being a world with high mineral prevalence, I had my first steel sword produced in mid-Autumn. The first and only weapon produced in the entire fort was masterwork, made of course by my specialized weaponsmith (who I creatively nicknamed "Steelsword"). Just after this event, disaster struck: a zombifying cloud. My woodworker was caught in it, along with 6 war dogs and the woodworker's two pet cats. Everyone was conscripted, and Steelsword was assigned to his weapon. Unfortunately, he was a total dunce and arrived in battle before retrieving the sword. He became an elite wrestler, but the force of roughly 10 dwarves did little to stop the zombies. By the end, Steelsword and another elite wrestler were holed up in the dining hall after several failed attempts to reach the sword. He died anticlimactically of thirst, and his comrade died in a blaze of glory as I pit him against a zombie yak and four zombie war dogs. I went back in adventurer mode, and died to the yak instantly before I got inside. My second attempt was much more successful. I was able to reach the sword, still sitting in the forge, but was ambushed right outside the place by two zombie dwarves, one of which was my former woodcutter (who was nicknamed Jesus amusingly enough; I was killed by Zombie Jesus). I probably could have outrun them, but I was weighed down by 4 barrels of booze and the first attack broke my leg.