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With all the villagers hiding behind bolted doors, the square is empty but for the stalwart band and the burning zombie slowly moving toward them. It was like a cart wreck you just couldn't turn your eyes away.
Father Quadrial shook his head at the jesting of his comrades. It came with being battle hardened, the black sense of humor and he was every bit as bad.
Just as he too was about to make a wager out of the corner of his eye he caught movement.
While they had been paying attention to the burning man, shadows were moving in from the eves and roofs of the houses around them.
Father Quadrial shouted in horror as something that might once have been a child scuttled over the eves and straight down the wall toward them.
"To arms my brothers, we are under attack."
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