The Cursed Night
"Kill them," you whisper to him. His body turns red and twists between screams for a few moments you can see how his whole body is trembling and fighting. He is trying to resist your order, but before the three farmers could say anything. He shoots once, then twice... and in less than two minutes all three lay down in the middle of the road.
Your zombies ambush the other man's horse by knocking him to the ground before he could shoot his rifle.
The rest of the scene is inevitable as the flow of the Truckee river itself. The three women begin to scream and try to take up arms. They all are sisters by marriage as all are wifes of the old man.
"It is useless to unite my sisters to become Apostle of revenge and corruption.
"Bitch, die!" The older woman tanned by the sun and her husband's belt points you with a well kept doubled barreled 12 gauge shotgun. while the zombies devour the three males useless for the hive.
You smile happily knowing that you are The Hand of the Goddess in this land damaged by the white man.
The shot rings out in miles as you laugh out loud looking at the exploded chunks of your stomach and intestines scattered around, leaving a visible skeleton.
You scream feverish fervour: "Pain is a mere caress compared to the gift of my goddess."
You keep laughing as the black snakes inside you creep up from your vagina and begin to rebuild your body, cell by cell. The
terrorized younger woman faints, falling to the ground at the scene.
"No." The desperate old woman yells while she points directly at her own head. She doesn't even hesitate for a moment, pressing the trigger at point-blank range. Her skull and brain explode in a rain of brains eyes that fall on the remains of her own husband as a kind of macabre side dish.
In reality, it is indifferent the gift can resurrect anyone. In a few minutes, the only thing heard is the moans of your new three disciples riding without saddles to the two riders who will soon be two proud soldiers for your army.
You enter the symbols of the false lord in one of the wagons and strip over the pathetic remains of those three men.
It's been a good day.
Your zombies ambush the other man's horse by knocking him to the ground before he could shoot his rifle.
The rest of the scene is inevitable as the flow of the Truckee river itself. The three women begin to scream and try to take up arms. They all are sisters by marriage as all are wifes of the old man.
"It is useless to unite my sisters to become Apostle of revenge and corruption.
"Bitch, die!" The older woman tanned by the sun and her husband's belt points you with a well kept doubled barreled 12 gauge shotgun. while the zombies devour the three males useless for the hive.
You smile happily knowing that you are The Hand of the Goddess in this land damaged by the white man.
The shot rings out in miles as you laugh out loud looking at the exploded chunks of your stomach and intestines scattered around, leaving a visible skeleton.
You scream feverish fervour: "Pain is a mere caress compared to the gift of my goddess."
You keep laughing as the black snakes inside you creep up from your vagina and begin to rebuild your body, cell by cell. The
terrorized younger woman faints, falling to the ground at the scene.
"No." The desperate old woman yells while she points directly at her own head. She doesn't even hesitate for a moment, pressing the trigger at point-blank range. Her skull and brain explode in a rain of brains eyes that fall on the remains of her own husband as a kind of macabre side dish.
In reality, it is indifferent the gift can resurrect anyone. In a few minutes, the only thing heard is the moans of your new three disciples riding without saddles to the two riders who will soon be two proud soldiers for your army.
You enter the symbols of the false lord in one of the wagons and strip over the pathetic remains of those three men.
It's been a good day.
