Twilight has fallen by the time we reach the huts. There are three of them clustered together, decrepit and half-collapsed...leaves missing from the roofs, bark missing from holes in the walls. Ashes, charred wood, and bones litter the muddy patch between them. The air is so thick with the stench of excrement and rot, I can taste it. I see no light and hear no sound as we approach, as if the place is deserted.
But it is not.
Someone crawls out of one of the huts on hands and knees. Someone so far decayed, I can't tell if it's a man or a woman. Undead.
Instantly, I swing the scythe around and thumb it to full power. This zombie might look far gone, but it could still do some damage if I let down my guard.
"Hello," Brigid says to it.
"P...p...puh." The crawling zombie spits out
