Sergei backed away from the greyish thing with flesh rotting off its body. It staggered toward him, moaning. “—rains.”
Trembling, Sergei moved onto the muddy road, water pouring in his eyes, nearly blinding him in the darkness. If only he could reach the carriage.
“—rrrrains,” the creature uttered, lifting its blackened hand and pointing.
Sergei turned, trying to climb through the carriage door when the horse, its eyes showing white, whinnied and reared at the approaching horror. As its hooves thudded into the earth, it tore away, the carriage wheels running over Sergei’s body.
“Reinsss,” croaked the zombie.
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