Ren slowly turned at the sound of the voice, eyes wide.
The whole village had gone silent. Not just quiet, but frozen. Every red-eyed zombie had stopped in place, like robots that had been powered down.
And then, like a wave, they parted.
A tall zombie strode forward, shoulders broad and a cape attached to his neck. His body was gaunt, as if he had been starved to death. Horns curled up from his forehead like a twisted crown, and red veins moved, snaking under its translucent skin like worms.
Where the other zombies had pools of blood in their eyes, his eyes glowed a bright red that made Ren's stomach turn. There was no denying the intelligence in those eyes. Or the hatred.
This was the one who had spoken.
"You," Ren said, his voice low. "How do you know my name?"
