Orlaith

The sound of scraping stone echoed across the desolate graveyard. Orlaith crawled out of his crypt into the black pitch of night. The dark sky was broken up with bubbling clouds that moved with purpose. But the air was still and the howl of the wind was silent. At last the time had come for him to awake the sleeping hordes that lay at rest deep within the ground. As he creeped off towards the distant city a question formed within him. "Where is the nearest place to buy a 9 volt battery for my megaphone," he wondered?