It began slowly.
The giggles faded first.
Then the swaying stopped.
And one by one, the undead that stood outside the barrier of the house began to turn to dust.
It wasn't a dramatic thing.
No light.
No sound.
No grand display.
They simply collapsed.
One moment they were there, grinning and twitching.
The next, they were ash- pale, bone-grey ash that scattered with the faintest wind.
Corey watched from the window.
He said nothing, but his gaze was fixed on the way the remains of the undead drifted off like burnt paper.
Yara approached quietly. "They're gone... Just like that?"
"No."
It was Kieran who spoke, stepping closer with his sabers still in his hands.
"They'll be back when the night comes... We'll have to be ready for that."
Corey looked at both of them before shifting his gaze back at the ash filled grounds outside.
"At least it's better like this. Who knows what would have happened if they were still outside. Standing still like statues."
