To the Top of the Wall

Gerald finally topped the wall around an hour before daybreak, and the primary fighting near the gate was over. Bone dust added itself to the ash of the lands below, and it made the top of the wall slippery, but the blood of the defenders had only made it worse. 'How can they fight up here?' Gerald muttered, slipping for the second time in the muck, and accidentally kicking a corpse over the edge as he did so. It fell with a sickening thud on the hard stone road below, and fell on two of the defenders who were pressing to attempt to regain the stairwell. Gerald, for his part, cared not, merely raising the corpse as a zombie quickly, and having it shamble and bite the people nearest to it.