The dead walk. A dark master has called the recently buried to serve in his army, to avenge the wrongs committed against him. You are one of these beings. You shamble on, tearing apart anything in your path to achieve the tasks he has given you, his orders tolling in your mind over and over like a bell. A soldier in his army, a skull that sees once more because of his will.
But who you were still glimmers in your mind. Perhaps you can resolve the things left undone. Perhaps you can save those you loved. Perhaps, shattered fragment that you are, you can still make who you were a greater person.
Tags: Bret Gillan