Dusty froze up, as the voice penetrated the back of his mind. He slowly reached down, his thumb cocking the hammer of his pistol. He made no attempt to mask the noise this time. A drop of water ran down his forehead, as the forest stood still. He turned to see the giant thing rising into the sky and saw the trees wilting. He turned to look down and saw the ground splitting beneath his feet, and hopped to the side that the group he had been trailing had chosen. He was closer to the group, but not close enough.

He turned to see a hand come out of the ground, followed by a head. He pulled the trigger, a light fizz being heard before the very distinct sound of a gunshot cut the air through out the forest. Dusty's target burst like a melon, and he smiled for a second, before another body started to emerge. In a quick and fluid motion, he slung his musket over his shoulder and drew his pistol. Dusty pointed the weapon and fired, destroying a second head. 

Dusty quickly assessed the situation, he had time to reload. He rammed a round down the barrel, as he walked towards a third rising target. He started to stomp on it's head, as he poured the gunpowder into the chamber. He turned to see multiple bodies climbing out of the ground. Dusty looked down at his pistol, and back to the undead...things climbing out of the ground. Dusty drew the sword from his belt, and took quick strides towards them. They were easy to handle when they were trying to get out of the ground. Once they outnumbered him, he wasn't going to do very well anymore.