[Afraid and upon seeing a ReDead zombie for the first time] Holy mother of Din!

Aaron opened his mouth to scream as the lumbering creature slowly withdrew itself from the tunnel. The beast's deep rumbling groans grew louder, right before it let out a shriek.

The ear-piercing scream was terrifying, a hellish howl of a soul damned to the underworld.

Aaron stood frozen as the creature slowly closed the gap between them, his mouth open in a soundless scream.

Run...

Grog stepped back. Bryson let out a shriek of his own, unfortunately attracting a second ReDead's attention.

Oh, Goddesses...mercy...

"What are you two doing!? RUN!" Grog yelled to the two men.

Go hug a ReDead, Grog thought irritably. Deciding retaliation wasn't worth it, he reached into the pouch tied around his waist and munched on a few nuts. They'd get bored and go away soon, he told himself.

Soon, the harsh scraping sound of metal against rock grated against Grog's ear as the men dug around one of the graves, looking for something.

He ignored it for a short while, but then the noise became too annoying.

"How many times do I have to tell you two? You will not find some buried treasure!" Grog told them. They ignored him. Idiots.

It wasn't the first time. The Sheikah were said to have buried treasures of immense value within the graveyard. If the sorcerers buried something of value, Grog was certain they would have made sure it could not be obtained easily. They weren't known for openly sharing their magic talents.

SCRAPE! SCRAPE ! SCRAPE!

The noise was getting really irritating.

SCRAPE ...CRACK!

There was odd grinding sound coming from somewhere within the graveyard. Aaron and Bryson stared at each other, and even Grog turned in the direction of the sound.