A deathly trumpeting resonated throughout the camp. The massive bulk of the beast followed close behind it, crushing the palisade wall. One fleshless hoof crushed our forward guard. “Attack,” he’d bellowed with his final breath.
I tore out of the central garrison building, holding my warhammer high. Two men flanked me on each side. Their faces were almost as pale as the zombie’s patchy skin.
“We’ll all strike at once,” I said, maintaining a sprint. “Smash its left foreleg, as hard as you can.”
The zombified elephant swept a single man away before collapsing, its leg shattered. I silenced it.