Hand of the Damned

It's Halloween, and the dead have risen.

You've managed to survive the chaos so far, evading the undead, escaping and hiding. Suddenly, the ground beneath your feet rumbles violently. You freeze and watch as the earth in front of you splits open, dirt flying into the air. From the crack emerges a massive decaying hand, its fingers stretching towards the sky, its claws sharp and glistening in the moonlight.

It's enormous, a monstrosity unlike any you've ever seen.

The hand drags itself higher, stretching into the air and signaling that something far worse has awakened beneath the surface.

It has risen.