They’re coming through the graves — keep them in your sights!

No more watching from a distance — you’re right in the middle of it. Cold rain on your gloves, candlelight flickering across wet stone, and a silhouette lurching out of the fog to your right. Then another. Then a dozen. The cemetery is waking up, and you’re the only one awake enough to stop it. Check your sight, brace your shoulder and squeeze the trigger. How many can you put back to rest?