Cemetery Revelaltions

Micha Fredricks woke up, coughing and spluttering. He tasted blood and something else... Rolling onto his back he sat up and gasped. It was mud. The worst kind. He'd tasted it when he was a kid. 
It was Alabama clay. 
"Fucking hell!" He howled, shoving to his feet in the red muddy water. It was a taste he'd never wanted to remember. 
Odd that he should taste anything at all considering what he and his fellow soldiers had just been through. 
It didn't seem like it had been that long ago that he'd been trying to drag his dying friend through the field and away from more of those waking things. Jack... 
The two of them had just stood up after figuring out a plan to get a group of survivors to safety when one of those things had reached into his chest. No one else had even seen it. At least not until it had turned on the group and torn them all to shreds. Micha was the last of them and it had simply laughed it him. It knew what was coming. 
Micha had torn off his shirt and wrapped it around his friend's wound. It was a useless endeavor but he had to try. He talked shit to the other man, reminding him he still owed him money and if he didn't pay he'd demand payment from his corpse.
He didn't hear the other man as an enormous statue monster rose out of the darkness above them. In fact, that was the last thing he remembered at all.

Flapping… it was a sound that still filled Jack Savage with icy dread. It wasn’t just the flapping, he could smell it too. Damp and decay, the taste of death on his tongue. He had been twelve years old when he and his friends had dared each other to spend the night in what the kids called the witches house. In reality, it was simply an abandoned and dilapidated town house. He had climbed up to the attic… attacked by territorial crows that startled him as not falling from the third floor window. He hadn’t walked for six months after that. He started to think he never would. “Fucking crows…” he gasped as he sat up, clutching at his chest. That dream had been a reprieve from the living nightmare he and his buddy had been trapped in. But… he glanced down and rubbed at his chest, he had felt the stone fingers reach inside of him…

"Come here boy!" Micha turned, seeing his red faced father marching through the muck toward him. He didn't know what to make of it. His father had been dead for years and he carried the secret as to why.

Not far away a small woman shook her head. The wraiths were at it again. But this was odd. Those they were hunting seemed different. She could sense heart beats. That wasn't supposed to happen in this place. The queen would need to know. 
Beatrice turned to run when she crashed into the other heart beat. She lifted her head to look up at it, trying to figure out why the human was still so warm. That's when she saw the honey colored eyes and felt and odd fluttering in her stomach. She was still staring at him as a wraith in crow form flew overhead cackling like a laughing witch.

Jack stared down at the small woman, clearly struggling with his desire to defend himself after what he had just been through. Ultimately, he took a step back to better look over whoever it was that had run into him. “What unit are you with?” He asked sternly, still believing he was in the middle of a war.