"The river… Look at it! The shot was the signal!"
When people turned their heads, they saw ripples on the river's surface.
Soon, from the ripples arose heads of the undead that were marching down the bottom. A horde of skeletons, each with a heavy rock in hand, and also dozens of zombies to command them. Water was pouring down their bodies and soaked their clothing, making their already terrifying sight even more so.
And leading them was a man in a dark cloak, with a staff made of spines and eyes that glowed an eerie green. All around him were some of the most elite troops of this army, including its general, Samuel.
The cloaked man raised the staff high above his head and shouted:
"Attack!"
Obeying him, the undead advanced faster, some of them slipping in the mood, but swiftly rising again. They didn't care for the water coming from their noses and ears or covering their eyes. The cloaked man lowered the staff and marched with the army.
