Wednesday, October 1
Last Rites: Part 3b – The Smith Home
Guppy and Archive peeked around the corner of the Smith house. There was no one there. The savage wind whipped the trees and bushes.
Then a monstrous mottled form lurched into view. It was a walking corpse, bloated from its time in the water. It had no face, the eyes and nose long since rotted away to form a death mask. A chainsaw was gripped in both hands. With a sharp jerk, it buzzed to life.
"What the hell?" sputtered Guppy. "Why does it have a chainsaw?"
Ettringer ran past him screaming, stopping short at the sight of the hulking behemoth before him. His mouth clamped shut and he ran back towards Guppy and Archive.
"Keep it away from me!"
Guppy drew his pistol and fired twice. The bullets made little "puft" sounds as they penetrated the walking corpse. The only response was that water streamed out of the holes. It kept coming, holding the buzzing chainsaw over its head.
Archive drew his own Glock and took aim. They gave up ground one step at a time, firing as they went, keeping the plodding corpse at a few feet distant.
"What makes you think that's going to work?" asked Guppy.[MORE]
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