"Yeah! Where are you now?" You raise your weapon. "Your little kids games can't compete with 'old double barreled here!"
You hear the slow moan and the lazy footsteps of the deadites. You check out in the woods and see one lone warrior walking towards you.
Without even flinching you blow him into a million pieces and spread his blood across the woods.
Another deadite comes out and you blow him away.
Reload.
Two more emerge from the woods and you take them out.
Reload.
Then a group of five deadites slowly walk from the darkness. You shoot down three of them.
Reload.
The other two go down.
You look around yourself and notice you are soon surronded. There has to be atleast a dozen out there!
Bang! Bang! Reload.
Bang! Bang! Reload.
You're running out of ammo Ash! And the deadites are getting closer!
You can't outshoot all of them and soon enough one gets close to attack.
He reaches out to grab you but you nail him with the butt of your shotgun and punch him so hard his eyeballs shoot out.
Another demon grabs you and you get off a blast from your shotgun. But there's no time to reload, another deadite attacks!
"Oh, you miserable bastards!" You snitch as three deadites start scratching at you with their nails. One grabs your gun and another trips you into the dirt.
More deadites emerge.
The three hold you down as five more start kicking at you. They pull your hair, stick their fingers up your nose and pound your into a shell of a man.
You listen to them grunt to each other as they pick you up and drag your bloody body into the woods.
With all your blood in your eyes you can't see where exactly they are dragging you but you know its very deep in the woods and you can smell a lot of dirt.
All at once they pull you back and then throw you down a small pit.
Your body impacts into the dirt. You seem to be about six feet down in a crudely dug hole.
You try to move but the deadites start kicking in dirt at you. Inch by inch the dirt rises and behind your screams and the deadites grunting you can hear the woods themselves laughing at you.
With one last breath you manage to scream for a final time. . . then you are buried alive.