Broken tombstones scatter the ground
an erie silence surrounds
The old decaying tree's branches no longer reach for the sky
a single Black Raven listens to the undeads cry.
The layers of mist roll in
covering the tombs as the awakening begins
The stench of the corpses fill the cold night air
They emerge with an evil intent pushing through the earth, and escaping their lair....
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