All there was was the sound of heavy breathing. Yeah, like John Marston even had a nose... Or parts of his jaw.
The Undead John Marston stood over Abigail's grave. Trying to make out words like "sorry" and "I miss you." He kneeled down to the wooden cross. John let his head drop in defeat
"Abi..." He tried to say.
The silence broke when John heard a Revolver reload. He didn't move.
He got up slowly, and turned around. Who he saw was not what he was expecting.
xxxx
It was a late night, and all there was coyotes annoying howls. Jack was in the barn, feeding the horses. When he went to go back in the house, a humanoid figure was standing over his parents and uncles grave.
He quickly ran inside and got his revolver.
He got closer to the figure, and quickly realized it was an undead. He remembered about the plague, infecting most of the area and was alert.
"Abi." He heard the thing say. Jack reloaded his revolver. The undead stood up and turned around, looking at Jack with its one eye.
The thing didn't move. It stood lopsided and stood its ground. Jack, without thinking, shot at it. He missed.
"Goddammit." Jack mumbled and shot again.
"Jack...stop..." The thing said. Jack was surprised by its ability to speak. And how it knows his name.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Jack aiming at the undead creature. It still didn't move.
"Urrrrrg...John...marst..."
"Your not John Marston! He died and I saw it!"
"Jack...plea-"
"Stop sayin' my name!" He cut him off, them shot him three times in the chest.
The said-to-be-John-Marston yelled with all his might and also sounded monstrous, "Jack!...Stop...it right...now! You...listen to your...pa!"
xxxx
John was furious. He couldn't be so angry with his son like he was now. Last time John was mad at Jack is when he tried to kill that grizzly a couple years ago.
'I got to remember he doesn't understand,' John said to himself. He took a deep breath and walked towards his son. Jack aimed at John. He stopped and looked him in the eyes.
"Pa... It can't be you. I saw you die..."