Something was behind me, I could feel its hot breath hitting the back of my neck as it groaned. Its cold, clammy hand rested on my shoulder, I could feel a faint, irregular heartbeat coming from the palm. We both stood still for a moment. From my years of traveling I easily recognized the sensation, so I was rather surprised when the thing didn’t make an attempt on my life.
I didn’t bother turning around when I spoke, “What do you want, you living undead?”
When it spoke its voice was raspy and struggled forming words, “C-C-Come with me, S-Silvana.”