Zombies.

She stood there for several moments, the sound getting closer in the darkness and the smell getting worse, then she heard the shuffling of feet, “Hello?” She asked.

The groans paused, then they grew louder as the shuffling came in her direction, “Jori-ath.” She declared with a wave of her wand. Her wand ignited with light and for a moment Clara saw three or four figures approaching her at a hurried shuffle. Then a shock ran through the wand. “Ow,” Clara managed to keep hold of the wand and focus through the intense buzzing that ran up her arm, the light flickered but maintained allowing her to see the three rotting corpses walking towards her.

These weren’t like the corpses they worked with in class, they were embalmed and at least somewhat fresh, they were rotting. The creatures fixed their milky eyes on her, one had only one eye, the other was dripping down its face. She gagged and backed away from the creatures looking for a way around them, when none came to mind she took a risk. “Igni-ath!” she yelled pointing the wand at the nearest corpse.

The jolt in her arm intensified, tearing at her and making her vision blur as a bolt of fire leapt from the tip to strike the nearest of the undead. The smell of burning flesh and hair mingled with the smell of putrification and rotting flesh. The creature toppled over, ordinarily she would have repeated the spell for the other two, but the pain she felt was intense and her wand was warming in her hand which she had never experienced before.

She considered her options while still backing away, she could risk another spell, a teleportation would use even more magic, and she had no idea what would happen, a firebolt like before may be safer, or she could run. The one which had toppled left an opening, maybe she could push her way past. She stumbled backwards into another bench and fell over landing heavily on her back, the light from her wand flickering. What ever she decided she had to do it now.