Zombie Husk

Deathtouch
I remember the first time I had the pleasure of meeting
a Husk. I had gotten myself trapped in a sandpit of my
own creation (as you do). Then, looking up, I saw a silhouette towering over me, lit up against the burning
desert sun. "At last, my savior!" I cried, doing a little
jig for joy. But then I heard that awful zombie screech,
and I was thumped over the head.
-Emily Richardson