The dead were continuously climbing out of their coffins, and the graveyard was filled with swaying corpses. They queried in confusion, walked aimlessly, or sat on the morgue slab in a daze, futilely recalling and pondering in the slight discordance left after the old order had dissipated, trying to grasp the unease and shadows lingering in their hearts.
Instead of guarding the graveyard to prevent the undead from waking and stirring, the guard was leading these awakened corpses, escorting them away from this temporary resting place, sending them back to their homes.
The dim streetlights cast light on this eerie scene. Even Agatha, who could no longer feel the temperature of the living world, felt a coldness slowly seeping from her soul. She stood dumbfounded beside the path, watching as Duncan ushered the moving corpses one by one out, as if she was deep in a bizarre Dreamscape.
