"Dead by dawn!" You hear moaned from the woods.
"Get him!"
"He's coming to us? This'll be easier than I thought!"
"You shall die!"
"I'll swallow your soul!"
"Come get some!" You scream back.
You turn on the chainsaw and bite a piece of the chocolate bar.
It's a stand-off. You walk away from the cabin to the woods but you come to no opposition. You hear grunts and game plans being discussed in the woods but you can't see them.
Your spotlights illuminate a good portion of the trees but you can't see any monsters whatsoever!
The voices die down and the only thing left making noise is the roar of your chainsaw.
You take another bite of the chocolate bar and finish it off.
"What are ya's? Chicken?" You ask, still chewing the chunky caramel between your teeth.
With a low roar you see a up to a hundred deadites rush from the darkness and charge towards you. Your eyes widen, your mouth drops and you almost piss your pants.
It looks like a scene from Braveheart as the army of the undead storm out of the woods as fast as their decomposed legs will carry them. Some jog with a limp, others drag themselves with a dead leg lagging behind, it looks like a bunch of old men running at you.
You crack your neck and await the first wave of deadites.
The ones in the best shape can run rather well. Their shape carries them down right to you.
A dozen charge at you and you swing the chainsaw blindly in a swoop to your left. You can feel the resistence of muscle as you slice through it with the saw. As your blade finishes it's journey through all the deadites you use all your strength and immediately pull the blade in the other direction. Back through the deadites it goes. Your face is sprayed with blood as the blade emerges from the dirty dozen in front of you.
You watch as arms, heads, shoulders, torsos and legs all drop to the ground and the blood that follows shoots everywhere.
Deadites fall over and trip over one another as they reach for their limbs. Blood seeps from their woods and turns the entire ground red. You kneel down and slice and dice all the deadites that are still twitching. Your clothes stain in blood and you push it out of your eyes.
The second wave hits and this time you don't just swing widly: You aim your shots well and swing with precision. As one comes to you his body becomes a canvas for destruction.
Your wrath and vengenace is shown by the blade and the limbs of your enemies.
The dozen or so deadites are slain quickly. You make sure you behead them all rapidly and get out of the way as the blood starts pumping out.
The third wave hits and the fourth is right behind.
You've got about thirty deadites on you. You swing your chainsaw like a modern day samuri and disembow anything that comes within three feet of your wrath.
You find yourself surrounded and as the ten deadites all converge in on you. You do a tornado like spin with the chainsaw and turn all your opposers into pork chop.
There's about forty of them left. They have the numbers but they're not too quick, strong, or smart.
You are a one man deadite killing machine. And you're up to your hips in blood and body parts.
A deadite grabs you from behind, making you drop the chainsaw. You stomp on his foot and club him in the face.
He grabs you and you both tumble over begining to brawl.
You both roll and tumble into puddles of blood as you try to break free of the deadite.
As you fight his buddies come over and start kicking at you. They're teaming up on you!
You watch as one deadite picks up your chainsaw and grips it tightly in his rotten hands. He comes over to you and the dozen or so deadites picking away at you.
He raises the chainsaw and as he's about to lay down the death blow you find the energy and mobility to kick out his shin.
As he falls he brings the chainsaw with him and slices his buddy's arm off. As he tries to gain his balance and hold onto the chainsaw it swings back and takes his own head off.
He drops the chainsaw right next to you. You grab it immediately and give a good swing.
All the deadites that were beating on you lost all their arms in your attack. You quickly slice their bodies in half.
After another minute of fighting and slicing you find yourself knee deep in dead bodies. You look out and see a hundred corpses all rotting in the nights sky.
You almost vomit at the sight of it, but you just grab your chainsaw and head back.
You crack your neck and get ready to pack your stuff up and get the hell out of here.
As the chainsaw shuts off, you walk to the cabin door. You breath a sigh of relief and listen to the night's wind.
You realize that the sound isn't quite wind. . . not quite. It's something else. A low moaning. You're ear erects and tries to hear it.
Then, horribly, you can hear it. It's a voice, or a group of voices. As it becomes more audible you realize you're still in for the fight of your life. You grit your teeth and spit in the grass. You walk back in the cabin as the moan continues.
"Join us."
Your gonna have to cut them off at the source! Continue. . . .