Her face went pale.
The vegetables scattered across the ground as she dropped the basket.
"T-they're walking…"
Another man backed away slowly, his voice shaking.
"That… that thing is bones…"
More people noticed now.
The skeletons continued their slow march down the road, weapons in hand, their hollow skulls turning slightly as if scanning the area.
Panic exploded like wildfire.
"RUN!"
"DEMONS!"
"THE DEAD ARE WALKING!"
People ran in every direction. Some tripped over themselves trying to escape. Others slammed their doors shut or dragged their children inside.
A man stumbled backward and shouted toward the main street.
"CALL THE DUSTWIND CLAN! CALL THE CLAN!"
The skeletons continued their slow march into town.
Their steps were steady, almost mechanical. Bone feet scraped against the dirt road, shields knocking softly against rib cages as they moved.
At first, most people ran.
