Isabella's head jerks up. Her eyes are now just two black pits reflecting a glimpse of hell. The hanged corpse starts swinging like a broken pendulum, the rope snaps. The corpse hits the wooden board with a sickening thud.
The priest yelps in terror as the corpse snaps upward, bones cracking like twigs as its torso folds the wrong way. It flips onto all fours, head dangling upside down and charges toward the priest.
The priest runs, stumbling over his own feet. But he is too slow. The corpse jumps him from the back and in a single crunch it chews his face off. The villagers scramble out of their houses due to the sound of the commotion. Isabella sits on the city square calmly, munching on the leg of the dead priest.
They scream in panic but Isabella doesn't flinch. She lets out a raspy laugh that mocks the existence of any higher power persent. She speaks in a deep, possessed voice:
"We will skin all of you alive before dawn."
And laughs in a high pitched voice.
The villagers don't waste a single moment. They rush to get whatever makeshift weapons they can get their hands on. On the other side, a hand rises from the dirt, digging its way out. The buried bodies of the eight men tear through the ground, their mutilated limbs start to fuse.
The blacksmith charges first with a wooden axe. He drives it straight into the corpse's chest. The chest bursts open, blood and rotten flesh splatters onto the blacksmith's face. Another corpse grabs the blacksmith by the throat and drives its arm tearing through his chest and ripping his beating heart out.
What ensues then is not a war but a hellish massacre and assault on human life. One man tries to fend off a walking corpse but gets his head ripped off. Another gets eaten alive, his stomach ruptured open as the corpse feasts on his intestines.
The villagers set the village on fire to destroy the evil with themselves. A desperate attempt to contain the devil.