“Move faster, we can make it!” Alexander yelled at the top of his voice again despite it already becoming hoarse. He stabbed another saturated zombie to death in the process as he motivated the warriors and civilians following him to increase their pace. Everywhere around him was filled with undead creatures, the sight was brain-numbing. He already had the urge to give up more than once already, but some factors still motivated him to continue pushing forward. Even till now, he could still hear his master’s voice ringing in his head. “Alexander, promise me that you’ll take the civilians to safety”. His brain just couldn’t forget that moment. He didn’t know where his master was currently or if he was even still alive, all he knew was that his master wanted him to take the civilians to safety. Despite already getting to the end of the Border town leading to the nearby city, the horde of undead creatures was still tightly behind them, biting sava

“They are not dead, they just returned to our divine makeup of eternal slumber. From dust we were made, and to dust we will return”. “It’s a sad thing; but instead of mourning them, we should rather be happy that they went into the bosom of the lord. A human is nothing but…” The priest held the holy bible while gesticulating at the crowd that was before him to better give emphasis to his words. His voice was calm and collected, his voice felt like it didn’t belong to this world, it was soothing. He was dressed in a white priest robe, he held a cross on one hand and the holy bible on the other. With the huge crowd before him, they all stood before the large cemetery whose foundations stood on a wide expanse of land. The aura in the air was sad, burials were always sad. As he preached, a group of people dressed on black gently handled the bodies that were wrapped on white linen before dropping them inside the already dug graves. His prea