Seizing the opportunity, Damien sprinted towards the church, his heart pounding in his ears. He could hear the distant moans of the undead, but they were now focused on the other side, giving him a temporary reprieve.
All of them ran towards the plank like a horde of mindless creatures, drawn by the sound, except for the elite squads of undead manning the cemetery gates. These specialized undead seemed to have a degree of intelligence, staying in their positions despite the distraction.
Now, a small area lay in front of him, momentarily free of the undead's relentless presence. Half of them were fixated on the plank, stumbling over each other, while the other half remained near the cemetery. And in the other directions, the sound didn't carry, leaving him with a limited window of opportunity.
