Chapter 14
The Road to Chinsey
The Gramarye Region
Grand Quillia
June 1856
The Undead cannot march. Although they were moving in columns and rows, and despite the fact that when they had been living Trade regulars they had regularly pounded the parade square, these particular deceased soldiers could not march. One or two former regimental sergeant majors were obviously trying, but the Ditch troopers pointed at them with skeletal fingers and mocked them, their grins revealing teeth a mixture of apple and spinach green in colour.
The yellow tunics of the Trade platoon were caked black with their own blood and guts so that their uniforms resembled some gruesome mottled camouflage. Any attempt at concealment would never work, however, due to the astonishing stench of rot and decay.
Majo
