And the Dead Shall Rise 2/4
The could be heard just under the sounds of fighting outside. The many voices chanting her name. Threnody. The stomping of dozens of feet as they came upstairs. She was at their head, keening out her song of joy. Feeding on the death in the air.
The bodies rose on their own to follow her, to call her name.
Within minutes only those bodies with out heads remained. The rest joining their mistress as she made her way up the stairs to the third floor.