Strongholds

Now, obviously their reaction was fueled by sheer instinct and terror, it didn't take long for some of them to regret their decision of leaving their comrades and friends behind like this, but upon turning back, their spirits ignited by a desire to save fellow livings, they could only see that the dead did not hesitate, the wounded had already been torn apart by the recently reformed undeads.

On the hill, a figure unlike all of the others spoke an incomprehensible word, it was like an insidious whisper and an impossibly loud roar at the same time, utilising their moment of weakness caused by fear and guilt, the corpse leading the desert's cadavers petrified them all for a few instants, simultaneously, undead charged down the hill, some of them appearing armed with bows and arrows, javelins and various others ranged weapons.