Edge stopped in one of the chambers. "Spread out, weapons ready." He said carefully walking towards the door. He pushed it open and their in the center of the room was five girls, each of them looked to be about the same age them. 

However stepping forward was a man, dressed in pure white robes brandishing a great sword. He moved gracefully and his blonde hair fell around his face framing it. "I am the herald of Gabriel, you shall fall before-" Suddenly five cracks filed the air, the man gasped and tumbled to the ground, his robes turning red as the blood pooled around him.

Edge raised his pistols at the witches. "Surrender or face death." He called out, stepping towards them pistols trained on the girls. When the ground gave out from under him. Edge fell down gunshots echoing, from the hole the undead began to pour out dozens of walking bones some clinging to weapons as others swiped wildly with their hands.

The witches themselves took each others hands and vanished. Their spell or whatever had cause this outbreak remained on an altar in the center which they had been gathering around.

Edge had fall into one of the mass graves, he'd managed to rush back onto a pile of rubble in the room below, blasting skulls open as they tried to take him. "Get back you damned lifeless horrors!" He kicked at those he couldn't shoot. However he was he was running out of standard ammo.