New Albion
an excerpt

At that moment, a ghastly moan came from the woods behind them. Isaiah and Israel stood quickly, their food forgotten, and waited. The forest was silent; all of the birds had stopped singing, and it seemed as if the wind itself had abated for a moment. And then it came again, that same terrible groan, but this time it was accompanied by two others. There was only one thing that made that noise. Ghouls.
Isaiah and Israel saw them then; three ghouls slobbering and ambling towards them. They moved like gorillas; hunched over, using their knuckles. Their oversized jaws hung open slobbering, hungry.
Isaiah started to draw his pistol, but Israel was already moving.
His sword drawn, the warrior-monk almost seemed to disappear as he moved, inhumanly fast, through the trees and close to the ghouls. The katana was a blur, and in three quick blows, all three of the ghouls had been either cut in half or decapitated.
Isaiah found his mouth hanging open. Israel’s movements had been amazing, the fastest he had ever seen a human move before.