Chapter 4:
Escape

Whoo-hoo.

Silence.

As the ooze and feces that covered him began to harden, Jack thought of his plight. "I am stuck in
my own outhouse with the living dead top side hungering for my flesh." Cricket, Cricket. "I must
get out of here." Jack grabbed on to part of the wall. The dirt crumbled under his fingers. "I am
going to die from being stuck in my toilet."

Silence.

Thump. Whoosh. "Oww! What the ---!" A rope. Hanging down from the seats hole. Jack began to
haul himself up. Up, Up, Up. As Jack pulled himself out of the hole, he looked around for his savior.

nothing.

Nothing, but deafning silence and rotting corpses. No one in Sight. Jack survayed the scene. 8 decayed
corpses of zombie brethren and 3 of his own lay rotting. One was hung mercilessly on the roof's edge.
Another---Einar---was sprawled all over the place in front of the outhouse. The third was lying in the
mouth of the second cave. "Oh. My. Gosh! A massacre..." He walked toward his cottage door. Crunch,
Crunch. "Wait a minute....why are this many people here??" Crunch,Crunch.

He opened the door.

Static.

"weeow-oweeoow...people are advised to burn any small animal corpses that are found...weeoow-oweeow
...Sherrif Ch...weeoow-oweeow...disbatched his men to deal with problem...weeoow-oweeow."

Static.

"What the heck is happening?! The area is being turned upside down! Zombies are slaughtering us,
and there isn't a @#!% thing we can do about it??? I must find help!"

Click.

He turned off the radio, reached under the bed, and pulled out a shotgun. 16 shells. Grabbed the latern off
his table. 1/3 wick. "This will have to do." Stepped outside.

Whoo-hoo.

The sky was barely lit with a strange orange color, with dark clouds covering the sky. The trees were
covered with a dark, eriee shadow. Jack began to walk toward the cave from whence he first came.

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.

As he came through the mouth of the otherside, he met a shocking sight. A cop car. Abandoned.
The door was ripped off, and the glass smashed. A radio was dangling off the dashboard. The engine was
smoking, and there was two flats. He tried the radio.

"skrrr. This is an emergency. Does anyone read me? Over. skrrr."

Nothing.

"skrr. Hello, does anyone copy? Over. skrrr."

Nothing.

"skrrr. Hello!!!skrrr."

Nothing.

He dropped the radio mike. He began trudging cautiously down the hill. Up on the hill was the
forrest path where he had come from hunting. In front was the junction, one way the road to towards town,
and the other the road to the local Mausoleum. He decided to go there, to see if anyone was alive.

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.

Howwwlll. Haunting sounds floated around.oooOOoooo. The wind was whistling and had a eriee sound
of it's own. Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.

He came through the tunnel to the Mausoleum, and was met with a haunting sight. The front, where
the pulpit and congressional area was, was smashed apart, and a big red pickup was sitting on the pulpit.
He walked up to the smoldering ruins.

Crunch, Crunch, Clap, Clap.

There was a person wedged under the vehicle. No one else was in sight. "Man, this is really odd..."He walked
around the corner, and went down the hall toward the back.

Creeeek.

H-U-N-G-E-R!!!
H-U-N-G-E-R!!!
H-U-N-G-E-R!!!

"God no...."

The lantern he had smashed to the floor...

to be continued...

Chapter 5: Phenomena