Yet to be named, pt12

With a little free space in front, the horse got up speed, scooting on by the first few monsters still occupied with other living humans. The sounds of terrified and torn apart people began to cease, and hooves were heard once again.

That attracted more attention. The robed creatures finished the remaining would-be survivors and turned towards them. They passed another monster. Its shriek caught up with them
a moment later. The next one sprayed blood over them as it ripped someone almost in half.
He glanced into a side alley, and the sight cooled the blood in his veins.

He saw a woman, white as a sheet, clad in a long, dark dress, drain  life from a man. She took pleasure in it, it was clear to him. The man, however...

His hair was turning gray, wrinkles showed on his face, open in horror, pain and disbelief....

And then the view was gone, replaced with buildings sliding away. He looked back at the road. Right in front of them, two robed figures blocked the way, flames flickering in their eye sockets. Their skeletal claws rose, ready to swipe the pair off their horse...

‘Duck!’, a voice behind him shouted. And he did. He dropped his head down onto his horse’s neck. He could feel the hard work of its muscles as it rode onward. The intense smell,
so characteristic to horses. His own fear. Two shrieks of the flame-eyed undead. Two gusts of wind when the arms slashed.

And missed.