The undead, both the corporeal and the ethereal, turned their heads in sync towards the odd one out in their little gathering. Whether they were wandering mindlessly, lamenting the misery of their eternal existence or gorging themselves on the meat that had fallen from their guts.
All of them set their eyes onto Belladonna as if they could smell the only good smelling thing in the area.
The horde moved as one, Zombies staggering across the ground on unbalanced feet whilst the ghostly apparitions floated above the ground at a crawling pace, their bodies passing through any obstacle in their path.
As for Belladonna, seeing the horrible horde looming towards her with maws slobbering, she simply began to stretch. She rolled her neck, cracking her joints as she warmed herself up.
