Necromancer

A small town has been attacked. Hordes of the dead scoured the streets in search of human flesh. You hide and watch as zombies find and kill civilians you knew well. Your heart is racing and your breathing is labored. In the shadow of one of the buildings, you notice a strange figure of a man in a black raincoat. His face is not visible from under the hood, but his long snow-white hair sways in the autumn wind. And the necromancer's pale hands are covered with cracks and move in the air, controlling the consciousness of the dead.