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The man with the normal stride walked into the wreck of the house. He had to duck to keep from hitting his head on the doorframe. The others stood back. A wave of smell hit Jarvis full in the face. He leaned down and vomited in the weeds. That smell, like rotting flesh. His head reeled with understanding of what the creatures were: zombies. Jarvis looked into the house as his heart felt like it was caught in a vise. He'd heard the legends, but never believed he'd face the vile monsters in his lifetime.
The living man, the necromancer, wore a long black robe cinched with a red braided belt. His light brown hair tangled on his forehead in the breeze. He ran his hand through it, pushing it back, as he glanced around the room. He chanted an arcane string of words over the bodies of Jarvis' family, and one by one, they rose to stand before him, bloody and motionless, as expressionless as muddy water.
