Evanna was momentarily frozen in fear at this corpse that had tackled her to the ground. But what was horrific was the rotting flesh decaying away on its half skeletal and meaty face. Its nose was sunken in with magots crawling inside of it. The magots, the smell, and even having its cold, dirty body on her made her gag. This revenant started to reach for her hands, and as soon as it grabbed her wrist, Evanna snapped out of her frightened stupor.
The Princess twisted and started to wriggle out of its hold until she found herself shuffling to her feet and kicking its head until it snapped backwards. Her wrist became free, and she scrambled away, sickened at what she had done to a corpse but watching it reach for its deformed head and clicking it back into place made her turn and run. Her body was shivering now, and she couldn't tell where they were coming from, only that those revenants were quick and catching up to her.
