How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
What kind of foul sorcery could do that?
There were multiple staircases ahead of us. They led up to openings high up on the wall, and people were going up and down them. It seemed that’s where we were headed, too.
As we reached the bottom of a staircase, lined up behind dozens of the undead like we were queuing for the escalators on the London Underground, I felt the slick, rubbery pressure against my palms start to fade. I was losing my grip on my minions.
We had already started climbing, and there were undead ahead and behind, squeezing us up the stairs like toothpaste. I tried to keep hold of the reins, but they slipped out and I was just digging my nails into my own skin.