I tried to open my mouth once more, to say anything and maybe dig for some information from the boy. But then something happened. A change in the atmosphere. A dark sphere of energy emanating from the ground.
I jumped and looked back, taking my eyes off of the boy. But I did not regret it as I instantly leaped into action. My fist impacting the chest of the newly risen dead.
The soldier that had died, his weapon still in hand. He watched, rising from the hole in the wall and smirked.
He aimed his weapon and tensed his rotting finger. A hail of bullets flew over my head, only stopping to pierce through my skin. I grimace feeling the pain of the bullets wash over me. And the heat too.
Of the fireballs that blocked my path of retreat. I looked back and the being was once more made of shadows, crawling through the blind spots of the sun and using that to his advantage.
