Incoming!!!

On one side Rein was clashing with the anomality while on the other side Korb's group fought their fellow soldiers who rose from the dead.

"Sir Korb!!!, stay with us", yelled one of the men.

[Korb breathing heavily]

Korb's abdomen was pierced with a sword which his fallen mate had held after retuning in rotten vessel.

As he held his hand on his gut he gazed at the necromancer, the one who was controlling all the ruckus.

The necromancer himself was mostly a mass of muscles. He had sockets but instead of eyeball he had mass of reddish black muscles intervened in each other, as if they were making up for the lack of eyes. He was seven feet tall and lean. His features were like that of a human, but he had no skin, nerves ran all over his body full exposed to naked eye, he had no cranium, his brain just wiggled about from the cavity he had for his head. His teeth could be seen like that of a skeleton and oh! the rotten smell that it emitted was unbearable for the soldiers in vicinity.

Every time he let out a blood curdling scream the dead soldiers who had risen from their graves would go in frenzy.

 "Fire the signal", screamed Korb.

Without losing a second his men fired the distress signal.

The signal was fired but the help was yet to come.

All the people who were buried under the village since the beginning of the apocalypse were mere tools in the necromancer's arsenal. The dead were stubborn, no matter how many times they were cut, smashed or ripped apart they would still reach out for the living with what remained of them.

Korb couldn't cut his already deceased soldiers. There were even family members of the soldiers who were on Korb's current unit. Overcome by emotions they couldn't lift their swords. The necromancer although having no eyes had a smile on his face. It was as if he was enjoying prying with their emotions. 

Korb with his four men was no match for the necromancer.

The people who were hiding in the nearby houses looking through the crevices in the walls were condemned with sorrow and anger, for they were sharing the similar emotions watching their loved ones walk once again but in a state that neglected human decencies to the outmost, with bugs crawling from their eye sockets to their mouths, skin ripped up to flash the bones inside, muscles hanging rotting from their skeletons. Some walked, some crawled while other lied there crying in tones unheard as they wanted to be released from some unbearable suffering. 

The situation looked hopeless for the warriors. 

The dead had them surrounded in a corner against a big ridge.

"What do we do sir", said the soldier who was dragging wounded Korb from the shoulders.

Korb got up on his feet, taking support of his sword.

"I'll make my way to get in the center of the incoming mob and unleash my ability, you guys will have to take down the necromancer then.

"But that would be suicide", exclaimed one.

"Not many choices we got", said Korb in a calm voice.

With this being said he started to walk slowly as he could towards the death wave.

[Woooshh] 

Suddenly there was mist everywhere.

"Incoming", yelled a voice from a distance. 

A large boulder came in crashing and swept almost half of the walking dead with it.

"You abouta die or somethin", said a figure standing in the mist.