The late-afternoon sun shone across the surface of the flower-bedecked park that was one of many that helped ensure Qena"s status as one of the most beautiful cities in the world. The park was busy, locals, enjoying the scenery mingling with tourists and pilgrims alike. However, this was not the reason for the presence of so many people.
A huge hole had opened up at one end of the park, and around it hundreds of people mingled. The opinion amongst all was the hole was part of an underground grave, or caves connected to the catacombs above which the mosque resided. The inhabitants of Qena were well versed in the lore of their city and proud of its ancient history.
There were more than a few screams then, and quite a few comments alluding to the undead when a hand reached over the edge of
