Oh, right. I forgot about them. I thought. “Hold on for a minute.” I said and reached out with my power like I was in a graveyard. Every zombie around me straightened up and gave me their full attention. They felt the power as much as I did and they responded by adding their own feelings to mine. Them wanting me to do it was just as surprising to me as their ''aliveness'' was.


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    Goddammit. I should have had one of them bring it. I thought as I looked up at the zombies. They really were reflecting my emotions, because I could see a few dozen faces looking down at me that were full of worry and fear. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I concentrated on the dirt below me and just like I had at the graveyard with Alfred Anders, I could ''taste'' the graves and the zombies that it needed to fill those empty graves.


    What kind of choice is that? I asked myself and a five second timer appeared. Shit! B! I chose B!


    Something''s wrong. It''s not supposed to feel like this. I frowned, then I realized what it was. There was someone alive in here! I thought in surprise. NO! STOP! I commanded... and it didn''t work. I wasn''t a necromancer commanding the mass of dead right then. I was the mass of dead.


    Yes, that''s what I was supposed to do. I thought and mentally commanded them to grab a handful of dirt to hit themselves with it. “Dust to dust. Go back. Go to your resting place.” I said and used my power to urge them to do it. “Lay down and be no more.” I commanded. “Sleep, and be free of this undeath.”


    Dammit. I thought and took out a handkerchief and managed to tie off a tourniquet over my ritual cut on my arm to stem the bleeding. I had to see who it was that I could hear, so I listened closely for several moments and pinpointed the sound to my right. I put on my discarded leather jacket to protect my arms from the very stupid thing I was about to do. I started to pull myself along the ground with my damaged hands.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.


    This was so stupid of me. I thought as I crawled without the use of my legs. I managed to cut my hand on a sharp rock less than a minute later. Shit! I hissed and stopped for a moment, then sighed. I should have kept at least one zombie near me for movement.


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    Come to me. I commanded and three of them that were closest to me quickly came over to me. I told them to pick me up, just as two police cars and an ambulance appeared and screeched to a stop in front of the horde.


    Get me over there. I thought and the three zombies carried me over to the mass of dead. I heard gunshots as the police got out of their cars and opened fire on the wall of dead between them and the cemetery. Now that I was close enough to them, I didn''t want a repeat of what happened to Stanton, getting his arm ripped off, so I pushed my power out and called to all of the zombies. Thankfully, they all turned to face me and turned their backs on the police.


    Come. Come to me. I thought to them and they all moved away from the cops and towards me. Thankfully, the police stopped firing as the threat moved away from them. I waved to Jillian as I led my dwindling army of the dead to the next cemetery and I thought I saw her shaking her head at me.


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    Next time I think I''ll be a little more specific in my commands to hundreds of zombies. I thought with amusement, then I stopped that thought in its tracks. I remembered the feeling of almost losing myself in the mass of the dead and shook my head. No. Nope. I don''t want that to ever happen again.


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    “The zombies, the murders, the kidnappings... wait. The kidnappings. I thought. They don''t fit the pattern.


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    What would have happened? Would the zombies have eaten everyone in town or would they have just wandered around until someone set them on fire? I thought, then a few more questions popped into my head and they didn''t have any answers, either.