Language of dead

"I have enough of you. Just get the hell up from me, you little rascal sister of Minya" Severus screamed on top of his lungs with his remaining strength. It was hard. His throat was burning. The pain was similar to being crushed under several heavy boulders. Even the simple task of being breathing felt impossible. 

The dead lady movements halted when Severus screamed Minya's name. It was just a fluke, but it worked in his favor. Since he was unaware of her name, he could only shout the names of people close to her. Luckily the siblings seemed to have a special bond. He took the advantage of the situation and immediately pushed her aside, tumbling on the other side.

Aaah!