You don't see anything, maybe it was just your imagination. . . .
As you turn to go back to the cabin you come face to face with a skeleton deadite. Mangeled flesh hangs from his bones and his jaw drops open as if he was about to speak.
You punch him in the chin and his jaw flies right off. He raises his arm to attack but you impale him in the ribcage with your dynamite and lite the fuse.
If he could scream, he would, but all he can do is stand there in horror as you bolt away.
You look back just in time to see the bones blast across the woods.
"Ah haa! Gotcha didn't I? You sucker! Try and sneak attack me? We'll then I'll blow your butts to kingdom come!" You mock as the flames die down. You turn to head back to the cabin but another deadite is in your face, this one is a zombie-type bastard. You go to use your weapon but you remember you wasted your dynamite on the skeleton!
The deadite goes to attack but you punch him in the face and take off a hunk of his flesh.
From behind another deadite grabs you and a third comes from the darkness.
"Oh you triple-teaming cheap bastards!" You try to fight them off but a fourth and fifth come out.
Soon enough a dozen deadites are punching and tearing away at you.
Each deadite grabs a limb. Two on your legs and arms, and a few on your head. They all pull at you and suspend you in air.
You feel your skin and muscles stretching and you hear some of your bones pop.
You scream in pain as more deadites grab onto you and help pull.
With one last grunt they all pull at once and your body is ripped into pieces.
Blood shoots everywhere as your limbs are torn from their sockets and your head is disembowed.
Don't lose your head Ash. . . just 'cause you're falling to pieces.