So my expedition embarked on a terrifying glacier to build an underground base for conducting experiments too horrible to mention here. Immediately they were attacked by undead ice wolves. My brave captain ran into battle against 6 beasts, keeping them busy just long enough for my dwarves to dig into an ice cliff and seal themselves off. The captain was killed, but he took 3 bastards with him. Unfortunately, all the supplies were left outside. Hungry and thirsty, my dwarves breached the cavern and set up a small camp near an underground lake.
For days they survived on what little fish they could catch, and some plump helmets they picked off the cavern floor. Finally their little farm plot started to yeild crops, and things started to look good. That's when my woodcutter's head was ripped off by cave crocodile. Poor bastard was reanimated immediately, hungry for flesh of his former comrades. Luckily, my miner quickly pacified him with a pick. He was dead long enough to wall him off in a little chamber, where he kept grunting and banging on walls, sending shivers down the spines of his friends.
But his restless head was left in the caves and soon enough got into a fight with a giant olm. Their fight went on for days, when my miner got fed up with it and finished the olm off with an axe. That was a mistake, for the olm's mutilated corpse got up immediately and killed the remaining 5 dwarves.
And far up on the surface, my heroic captain, now undead leader of a zombie wolf pack, kept wandering aimlessly amidst the snow storm.