The Undead

"From the East they march, from far over the edges of the known World. An unstoppable force, their numbers immeasurable, their hunger unending. The sky above them blackened by the cloud of carrion birds that accompanies them.
Villages, castles, kingdoms fall when the horde tears, bites and rips its way through its citizens, who soon join this unholy army, forever cursed to walk and devour those they once called kin.
Beware. Beware. For the Dead have risen, and they yearn for the flesh of the Living."