Soc rushed out of the room, seeing the roaring figures, they looked like hybrids of humans and fish, with elongated bodies and faces like normal humans, their chests bare, and gills on their abdomens.
They wielded axes and hammers, attacking with a frenzy, with no intention of taking prisoners, only of killing.
Most inhabitants of the Cape Camp were old, weak, or disabled, and they were powerless to resist the vile assault, fleeing with screams of agony.
Some were frozen in place with fear, waiting for the axe to come down.
Their arms were like branches cut from a tree by a sharp blade, as crisp sounds of bone breaking echoed, arms flew up into the night sky, spinning and splattering warm blood.
Soc saw a disabled man struck on the temple by a pickaxe, his skull penetrated, bones deformed, his head bouncing off the ground lifelessly.
Bodies lay scattered everywhere.
"Take action, save them!"
He called out for the Undead to move swiftly.
