Chapter 11: Chapter 11: One Who Walks After Death

"What are they?" Griffin asked in horror as the hoard began to descend on them.

The encroachers were made up of both men and women. Some tall, some short, some old, some young. There was no uniformity in their attire either: from what Griffin could make out in the spotty illumination of the overhead lamps, some wore dresses or jeans or even suits. Regardless, they all had one key similarity: they all looked ready for the kill.

Most were unarmed, but a few carried knives, daggers, or even small axes. The metal glinted menacingly off the streetlamps as they banged their weapons together in glee.

"Draugar," Sibyl answered.

"Why does that name sound familiar?"

"As much as I'd love to explain," Sibyl responded dryly. "We don't exactly have a whole lot of time right now."

"What do they want?"

"You!"

Griffin turned to look behind him. More of the draugar were gathering there; even more of their ranks were fanning out to box him and Sibyl in.