As she took flight to the graveyard, she would see a rather ruined looking sight. The once grassy ground seemed to be withering, upturned and torn up. Odd patches of dirt and holes could be seen near each of the graves, with the grave markers themselves being either crooked or knocked to the ground. In the center of it all, though, seemed a rather out of place mausoleum that, while it had looked weathered, seemed to have only taken damage from time rather than any of the recent events around town. The undead, consisting of shambling corpses or skeletons, oddly well intact, were moving about the grounds. They seemed to be merely wandering about the area without any sort of goal in mind. Though strangely they didn't seem to move out of the graveyard in these wanderings, and any time one were to get close to the gate it would merely turn around and start walking back.
The undead didn't seem to take any note of the bird in the area whatsoever, and thus Kasayee was free to continue flying uninhibited. Were she to attempt to reach out to the spirits, for someone who always had them to speak to, she'd notice that they were strangely quiet. It wouldn't take long to realize that it wasn't as though no one was answering, simply that no one was there to begin with.
As Celica knocked on the door of the guard station, it simply moved opened on its, having not been locked. She would then see two young adult males, one with blond hair and the other with black hair, garbed in similar gear, albeit less worn, to that of the town guard she had seen outside. The two were sitting at a small table, staring each other down, as they both seemed to be smashing their hands together before saying, "go!" The blond held out two fingers on his extended hand, while the black-haired man seemed to have five fingers held out. The black-haired man looked at his opponent in shock saying, "how do you keep beating me?"
"I'm just that good." He had a cocky grin on his face as he retorted, only to see Celica standing at the door. The cockiness seemed to fade into a more cordial grin as he said, "well hello there Beautiful. I'm -"
He was met with a short smack to the back of the head before he could finish whatever it was he was going to say from his partner, as his partner said, "he's San, I'm Ken. Thanks for coming over to help us out, as you can probably tell, the town's seen better days."
"As for you question," San chimed in, "sorry to say that we're pretty clueless about the whole thing ourselves. They just appeared out of nowhere one day and bam, we had an epidemic on our hands."
Ken nodded at this, saying, "yeah. It appears to happen every night or every other. It has been quite a harrowing time for us indeed."
San then added, "and it wouldn't really be a problem too, things are barely dangerous to fight against, outside of their number. But their bodies just disappear and then bam, the cycle repeats."
"It's quite strange. I apologize we weren't able to be more helpful than that Miss, but if you have any other questions we'd be happy to answer them."
As Vincent walked up to the door, before knocking on it, he'd notice that there already seemed to be odd holes in the door, as if something had pierced through it. Once he knocked on the door, it would become evident what caused them. As the rapping on the door and his voice called out, to the man inside, he would then hear and incredibly irritated, "calm down! I'm coming!" A shovel then almost seemed to strike at where the, now opened, door was but stopped as the man holding it looked at the boy at his door. "Oh, you're already inside. Well, that's no fun."
An older man, seeming to be in his late 60s, and wearing incredibly drab clothing seemed to be the owner of both this shovel, and house. He looked at the boy, weirdly confused, disappointed, but then shifting back to a much more annoyed demeanor. "Problem?! Why I tell you the only problem here is that I'm gonna have to bury each and every one of them once this whole problem thing tides over. Again!" He seemed to get pensive as he said, "well, I s'pose a lot of them were buried before me, heck we don't even have that many dead people though. Hmmmm..." as he was lost in thought he then snapped back saying, "but 'sides from that, we ain't got no undead problem. Those buggers are harmless as flies and as dangerous as ones at that! Well, if flies had them there opposable thumbs and sharp teeth. But outsides that, they don't do much o' anytihn', unless it's night time. Then they're like flies with teeth, nasty ones but old shovel here knocks 'em right down yes he does." He looked at Vincent curiously before saying, "wait, you ain't got no shovel, how you gonna 'fend yourself from thems? "