Setting: A silent, dark, and murky graveyard, somewhere in Michigan.
Time: 10:06 p.m.
The wind would suddenly pick up and send the leaves rustling into the air, then slowly die back down dropping them to the earth again. The air begins to become moist with the steady flow of fog rolling in, seeping among the nameless tombstones. 1
Time: 10:16
Suddenly there is a muffled tapping, or maybe it's scratching, and the shuffling of dirt, possibly the sound of splitting wood.Looking over to where the dirt heaves, a hand pops out of the the semi-wet dank soil, squirming around like a worm.
EXCU.
The skin is leathery, and quite pale, a tanish-white to be more exact, the fingernails are caked with dirt and grime. another crawls out opposite it, a muffled moan escapes through the earth.
Suddenly the top of a head pokes it's way up from between the hands. The arms rise out like snakes and reach for the grass, grabbing hold, the creature slowly pulls itself up until it's neck is above the earthen floor. The thing continues to lift its rotting body out of the hole, sliding along the wet grass, climbing to it's swollen feet, the knees crack as it stands. The beast hunches over, looking as if the wind could knock it over with a slight breeze, arms dangle at it's sides, the thing begins to limp a bit, if you look at the foot, you can see why, it's barely attached to the leg. The moonlight catches it's face and brings it into view.2
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The left eye is gouged out, leaving an empty hole of darkness, the right is an eerie white, glowing like the pale moon. Dark bags are set under each drooping eye-socket. A large hideous gash extends from it's forehead to the left temple exposing it's partially rotting brain, pieces of rotted string hang limply from the skin, must have been stitched up at one time or another. By the looks of it, a knife or some sharp object was forcefully jammed into their cranium, causing immediate death. The nose is partially rotted, a worm wiggles it's way out and falls to the ground squirm, ooze seeps out spilling down it's dry cracked lips. The lips are torn exposing peeled gums and semi-jagged teeth black in color, a thick foam begins to spill from the open mouth down it's chin sizzling the skin as it slides down. The skin is tight around it's throat, weird fluids seep from many spots on its body.
CU.
The creature moans a few times then focuses it's remaining eye and cracks it's stiff neck. almost sounds if it broke it. The thing stares over at the boy standing just a few feet from it, it stares at him for a few minute more, the jaw drops open and utters a hoarse groan. the creature begins to limp slowly over to him, the boys heart begins to race in his chest like a car at the Kentucky derby, he backs away quickly almost falling into a hole.
A hand clenches his ankle, he turns to see a woman's corpse pulling on his ankle.
EXCU.
The woman's eyes are both gouged out, or rather yet rotted and eaten by the worms. The jaws snap wildly at the air, never touching anything but some dirt that occasionally is sent into the air. The corpse pulls him closer. He begins to panic. Lifting his other foot, he begins to stomp repeatedly on the arm until it loosens it's grip. The boy looks forward in horror at the corpse that stands before him. Hot stale breath is blown into his face, the creature raises it's arms reaching for him. The hands grab the boy by the shoulders, pulling him close, the head begins to move forward toward his throat. He panics, pushing th head away, the damn things persistent, it tries again without success. He picks up his knee and drives it deep into the corpses stomach repeatedly until the thing keels over and hits the ground.
Squish! Splorrrt! Quiiish!
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A liquid spills from the caved in stomach onto his knee, leaking embalming fluid over the legs of his new pants. The creature groans in pain, holding it's stomach and attempting to climb to it's feet, he kicks at it, and lands one square in the head, the thing stops moving altogether.
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He turns around to see more clustered around him, about five at the most, they begin to close in on him reaching with those rotting arms and slimy hands. He knocks a few down and pushes his way through. He makes his way through the partly dark woods towards town some two and half miles away.
Alex's House
Time: 11:02
The boy runs to the phone and quickly dials 9-1-1. He waits for someone to pick up. a rough voice answers.
Officer: Michigan State Police Department, what's the problem?
The boy explains the situation, not leaving anything out. After he finishes, the officer on the other end begins to howl with laughter.
Officer: good one kid. Seriously, you been watching to many horror movies.
Boy: It's true, I'm not joking,, you need to send someone to check it out, please.
Officer: Alright, alright, calm down kid, I'll send someone over there to investigate, you happy now?
Boy: Thank you officer, goodnight.
He hangs up the phone and jumps onto the couch, grabs the remote off the coffee table and hits the power button. The t.v. flickers on, at that moment, he remembers about the corpses coming toward town.
Boy: Almost forgot, have to lock all the windows and doors, don't want those things getting inside.
He quickly runs upstairs and locks the windows, then back downstairs latching the front and back door, sliding a chair underneath the knob, then flops back down on the sofa. He stares blank eyed at the screen until his eyelids begin to sag, then eventually close.
Part 2
Setting: Parkins Memorial Cemetery
Time: 11:30
Two patrol cars are parked just outside the cemetery gates, the gates are wide open must have been some kids, happens all the time. Two men exit one car, and another climbs out of the second car. A fat man sits behind the steering wheel drinking a cup of hot coffee, thats the police chief, who knows why he came out here. Beats me, and I wrote this damn thing.
CU.
All three officers huddle up to be briefed on the situation, awaiting old tubby to get his lazy ass out of the car. The chief opens the door and climbs out, sneezing as he does so, wobbling over towards them.
Chief: John!
John: Yessir.
Chief: You are to patrol the woods, report anything suspicious, ASAP got that boy?
John: Yessir, right away.
Chief: Don, you and Michael are to patrol the graveyard, if anything looks out of the ordinary, contact me on the radio and I'll send for backup, got that.
Don and Mike: Yes chief O'Hariss.
Chief: We were probably sent out here for nothing. Alright let's move out.
He says walking back to his car and climbing back inside.
Don and Mike head into the graveyard, John enters the forest to meet something that he wish he never had met.
Inside the Graveyard
Mike: Used to play hide and seek in these woods when I was a kid.
Don just looks at him, then turns and continues on.
A few minutes later, Don checks his watch, eleven minutes after midnight.
Mike: Did you notice that the lock was broken?
Don: Yeah, what about it?
Mike: I wonder who done it?
Don: Probably some kids.
What they didn't know about was the horror that would unfold that night.
Mike: Something doesn't feel right, just feels weird.
Don: Your telling me, it's a graveyard, the only thing in here is a bunch of old dead people. But, your right something seems amiss.
Both pull out there guns and hold them up in front of them, in case they might have to defend themselves.
Mike: Are you ready?
Don: I'm ready for anything. Come on throw your best at me!
They pass by the many rows of nameless tombstones, only nameless because of the fog, until Don sees something lying on the ground a few feet from a headstone. Out of curiosity, he walks over to it and picks the thing up. He begins to turn the fleshy looking thing around in his hand over and over again.
Mike: What is it?
Don: Flesh!
Mike: Gross, thats sick, put it down!
Don: What the hell happened here?
Mike: Don't know, but I have a bad feeling about this.
Mike looks around, eyes scanning the ground, until they come across multiple holes near each of the rows of headstones.
Mike: What the hell...Who would do something like this?
Don: Don't really know, possibly those devil worshiper's at the Dolton's place, must need bodies to sacrifice for their sick twisted rituals.
Don kneels near a hole and peers in....nothing. He leans forward taking a closer look, something leaps out at his face then runs off into the graveyard. His eyes are almost popping out of his head, his hearts beating like a run away locomotive on a rampage.
Don: W-w-what was that?
Mike: Looked like a cat to me.
Don: I have had enough, let's get out of here, this place gives me the creeps.
Mike: We have to report this to the chief, then we can go back to the office.
Both turn around and head back through the graveyard toward the entrance.
Part 3
Graveyard Entrance
11:56
The two officers head towards the chiefs car, can't see any movment inside, especially from this distance at night. They walk over and stare inside, the chief sits motionless, don begins tapping on the glass continually, he does not move the slightest inch, just remains still.
Don: He's a light sleeper.
Mike: You mean heavy sleeper don't you?
Don: Yeah, that's what i meant. My mom used to call it light sleeping.
Don grabs the handle and pulls the door open, the chiefs body leans to the left and falls face down into the dirt. He doesn't not move or roll over. The two attempt to flip him over, but it's not that easy, he must have eaten a donut a day ever since he joined the force some thirty five years ago. It takes them a few tries, but at long last he rolls over, both gasp at what they see.
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The chiefs face is contourted into a "scared to death' expression, eyes wide in shock, jaw touching the name of his fat neck. Don notices a deep gash just below his chin, his thraot appears to be torn open, a few veins and vocal cords poke there way out like fingers, blood flows from the large open wound.
Don: Mike looks up toward his forhead, a large chunk of flesh is removed exposing a slightly gnawed on brain. Blood seeps from somewhere beneath his khaki shirt, must be hidden wounds. Clasped in his left hand is a handgun, not quite sure what kind though, Mike reaches for the gun and pries the dead fingers of the gun. He checks the cylinder, two slugs remain, they never even heard the report of the gun as it went off, and the reason was, that the silence that was attached, had been torn free. the small black-fire metal cylinder lay in the dirt half hidden by the cars shadow.
Don: Whatever happened, i don't want to stick around and get killed like this, i want an open casket, not a closed one.
Both: John!
He may still be alive.
Mike: Let's find John and blow this joint. We have no clue who or what we are dealing with hear, for i know it could be some deranged killer that is obsessed with eating flesh.
The two head into the woods, passing by a rotted stump bathed in knats, it sort of resembles the stump of a neck after the head has been removed. It quiet, too quite. suddenly there is a loud noise...Bang, bang, boom!
Unknown Voice: Ahhhggggg!!!
Bang, tat-tat-tat!
The Two rush towards the report, which sounde like it came from deep in the woods. Not knowing what they might find, expecting that the worst may have already occured, or possibly the madman had been cut down.
The smell of gunpowder fills their noses as they move deeper into the woods.
Woods
12:13 p.m.
Finally theres a glimmer of light, a clearing perhaps. They climb out of the brush into a large area, they look about, until their eyes rest upon johns body, surrounded by many figures, possibly wolves or something like that.
Sluurrp! Arrr. Splurt, Crunnch, Armphh! Fsshh! Tssst!
They move in closer to get a better view of the formless beings...and gasp at what they see. The figures are not wolves, and a re not formless either, there human, there hands dig into John's still flopping body. The hands rip out pieces of meat, tearing them into shreds and shoving them into their gullets. Pulling from his head, throat, and peeled chest, as if it was only playdough.
CU.
The peoples flesh is pale, a greyish tan, blood and small bits of meat drop from the corners of their rotted mouths, droll as well, kind of like babies aren't they, babies that eat human meat, and are rotting. Flesh hangs off their faces in layers, like sliced deli meat, some are missing teeth, and some of the flesh that covers the spots between the top and bottom of the jaw. Eyes are disolved out, noses broken and mangled in gooey ooze. One of the creatures turns its head and looks up at the officers, it lets out a low-tone moan. immediately the others stop what htey are doin and turn their heads around, some literally around. They pierce into them with their cold eyes, that reflect no light at all. some begin to climb to their feet and stagger towardthem, muttering and moaning, and even babbling among themselves. The rest feeling left climb to their feet as well and follow the crowd.
EXCU.
Their cold blank clouded eyes are void of any emotion, faces are expressionless.
The corpses stagger closer as Don and Mike back away, trying to keep out of their reach.
Mike: What the hell are these things? Stay back or I'll shoot!
They continue to move forward.
Mike: I order you to stop!
Still they continue forward not aware that they are being threatened, sort of like a dumb dog that won't get out of the road when a car is heading toward it.
CU.
Drool spills from their partially torn mouths, and those irratating moans that escape their dry raspy throats makes you want to puke.
Mike points his gun at the closest one, pulls the trigger as the thing moves forward with its arms raised.
Bang!!!
The creature stops and looks down at the fresh wound that pierced the flesh right below its ribcage, that cuts through to the back, a weird fluid leaks from the hole. The creature begins to move again, he empties two more bullets into it, still the creature gets up.
Mike: What the...
Don: I don't know, these things won't stay down. I'ts like night of the living dead, only this time its really happening. But I do know one thing, we ned to get out of here, and fast.
Mike: Right.
Both run back through the woods, nearly tripping over the low shrubbery and broken bramble bushes.
Mike: What the hell are those things, are they even alive anymore?
Don: Don't ask me, I'm confused as you are.
Mike: It really is like one of those old zombie flixs.
Don: Tell me about it.
Mike: That means that there may be more than there are now eventually.
Don: Yeah!
Mike: I doubt that e could handle ten or twenty, nonetheless fifty by ourselves.
Don: I agree, let's just hightail it out of here.
They continue on till they reach the cars.
Police Cars
The chief's body still lay where he had rolled out of the patrol car; his eyes began to glaze over, a light blue, barely even noticeable in the pale moonlight. a horrid stench of rotting flesh ripped from his body, liquids oozed out the gashes still, bubbling beneath his khaki shirt.
CU.
Don rummages in his pocket for the keys to the car, to his surprise, their no longer there amongst the other trinkets that he keeps. The only other pair of keys is to the chief's car, the ones that he keeps in the left breast pocket of his shirt.
The two advance toward his stifling body, Don kneels down on one knee beside the god awful thing, unbuttons the pocket and fumbles for the small ring of keys, pulling out a napkin with jelly stains on it, as well as a photo of some woman, by the looks of it, it's not his wife. He pulls his hand free, a small copper ring of keys with a laser dangles between his outstretched fingers.
All of a sudden a hand shoots up and grabs a hold of his arm and bites deep, Don tugs his arm, the chief rips out a good chunk of meat between his teeth.
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The chiefs eyes are ghastly white, thick drool and mixed blood spils from the sides of his jaws, and weird guttural noises escape his throat, sort of like moaning with a mouth full of water or juice.
Don kicks at his hand, breaking his fingers away, the chief gets up off the ground onto his feet almost wobbling over because of his extensive weight.
To be continued...10
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