"Get away from the wall right now."
Richard Mercer shined his flashlight directly into the pale face of the frozen utility worker. The bright beam illuminated the jagged ice crystals coating the dead gray flesh.
"He is moving Mayor," the digging slave whispered. His voice choked in disbelief. "His eyes just opened."
"Step back and drop the shovel," Richard commanded sharply. He rested his hand on his holstered sidearm.
The dead man lunged forward with terrifying unnatural speed. The frozen joints cracked loudly like breaking glass. Decayed teeth sank deep into the slave's exposed neck.
Hot blood sprayed across the frozen dirt wall in a violent crimson arc. The metallic scent of fresh blood mixed with the foul stench of ancient rot.
"Help me," the slave gurgled. He dropped his rusted
