(AN: Hello to you very few who are still reading this story. SirRedFox here with a new chapter of the crazy crossover story of Zootopia and Ash vs. the Evil Dead.
Quick Update: Want to thank everybody for being so patient while I try getting these chapters ready for posting. I'm hoping to post at least more than one chapter(s)/installments each month. I wanted to post this new chapter in October, before Halloween. Unfortunately, I've been hospitalized for the last several days and the ward did not allow me access to my laptop, for specific reasons.
Quick Story Recap: The last chapter told the simple LORE of The Book of the Dead, for those not familiar with. Then while on a hike, a young couple stumble upon the Book of the Dead.
As always, please leave a review if you can telling me your likes, dislikes, and what would make the story better. Please do inform me of any grammatical errors in this chapter so I can fix them as quickly as possible. I know one of my biggest flaws is staying in the present tense, and try really hard working on it, which is why I try to use four different editing programs. Again, thank you all so much, and enjoy. - SirRedFox)
Ch. 1, Close Encounter of the Evil Dead:
Marshal sat in the lawn chair that usually resides in the back of his pickup truck. It's been some time since he had to use the chair. That had to be more than a few months ago when he went canyoning with the Guys. As like last time, Huey, a brown rabbit, and Philip a platypus, were there with him, at his side. Out of the group of three, Marshal was the biggest, being a massive wool ram.
They drove to the middle of nowhere and to the center of some empty field. After having a fire built, they pass around, among themselves, the cheapest bottle of vodka they could buy. The Vodka bottle was in a paper bag for them to share.
Every three months, one of the guys plans an outdoor activity for all to take part in. Though, it always seems the main point of these trips is to see how drunk or high the three of them can get. The last event they did together was the canoe trip, which Huey had planned for them. It seems odd for the rabbit in the group to plan out a canoe trip.
Marshal remembers how the events of that day played out. The trip ending with all three of them drunk and in a high catnip haze. Their canoe flipped over, yet their main concern was for the remaining full beer cans floating away in the rapped waters.
The next outing event would be one that he had to plan. Marshal already knew what he wanted him and the three guys to go do. His plan was for all three of them to go hiking up a common mountainside. Only stopping to either get drunk or induce hallucinating shrooms.
But, tonight was Philp's turn to chose their activity. Philp's idea was for the three of them to sit in the middle of an empty field and record any possible UFO sightings. Marshall knew Philp to obsess with discovering proof of Extraterrestrial life forms. Only, he never thought that Philip would drag him along on his idiotic crusade. Though, it was not all bad. Marshal still plans on getting wasted with whatever alcohol they had, and Marshal's contact would be stopping by with some goods.
Marshal could see the excitement in Philip's eyes. He only had a few swigs of the vodka in the paper bag. Philip was more concerned about setting up his tripod and camera, for the possible sightings of a UFOs.
Out in the distance, Marshal could see a pair of headlights with the high beams on and making a slow approach toward them. It was more than likely Marshal's contact. Out of the slim possibility, it wasn't his contact, they tucked the bottle of vodka away.
The headlights slowed down, turning around and backing up. It was Marshal's contact alright. He recognizes that maroon colored van with its mural on the side anywhere. It was about time Finnick showed up.
The backdoors of the van open, and Finnick sitting in the middle of his van. Rolled out in front of Finnick were even placed baggies of drugs. From the soft catnip to hard black tar heroin.
"About time you showed up" Marshal calls out to Finnick. "I was afraid that I was going to have to go through this night a little less fucked up than I usually am." They all get a laugh out of Marshall's joke.
"As long as you got the cash, I'm willing to help you with that," Finnick said. "Also, its a little hard to find a place like this. This place isn't exactly on the map or any GPS."
"Exactly," Philip called out. The platypus still setting up his tripod and pointing his camera up at the many stars. "That makes it the perfect place to set up if we are hoping to catch any UFO sightings."
With a dreaded sigh, Huey turns to Finnick. "For fuck sakes, hurry up and sell me drugs already," Huey says. "I need to forget the reason we are out here."
"No problem. What did you have in mind?" Finnick asks. Marshal looks at the drugs in their little baggies. He knew the best one for tonight's endeavors.
"We'll take three hits of acid," Marshall said. "And none of that weak stuff. Only something to last most of the night."
"You got it," Finnick said. Marshall watches Finnick, with a pair of tweezers and care, takes three paper tabs of LSD and slides them into an empty baggie themselves. "Alright, here you go," Finnick said holding out the baggie for Marshal to take. "To loyal customers, only forty dollars," Finnick says with a smile.
Marshal takes the baggie of drugs and hands Finnick a twenty. Huey holds out a twenty dollar bill as well. As Finnick reached for the twenty in Huey's hand, a sheet hanging on the right side of Finnick's van falls.
As the sheet falls, a small line up of several high powered weapons are revealed. There was a large silver coated and black grip Desert Eagles, one of those sliver coating .44 Magnum revolver that looks like they weigh a ton. Two Uzi's tied neck and neck together. A military assault high-powered pump shotgun, and the biggest of an M14 with one of those attached grenade launchers. At the bottom of the hanging weapons, was a box crate with straw packaged into it. The Crate had two lines made in the box. Inside the box to the left were tactical smoke bombs, while on the right side were a few regular hand grenades.
"Holy Fuck," Marshal said, surprised by the heavy firepower Finnick trying desperately to cover the weapons back up. "You're dealing in firearms now? When did you start doing this?"
"Never mind all that" Finnick, quick in saying. "None of that concerns you. And you never even saw them, okay?"
"No," said Huey. "I'm pretty sure we saw a display of high-power weaponry along with some explosives in a box." Houey, being too stupid to get Finnick's hint and not pay no mind to what was behind the curtain. Finnick takes in a deep breath, trying not to grind his teeth in anger.
"Okay, look," Finnick said. "There might be a little dabbling in the black market, by selling a few guns. But, these weapons here..." Finnich says, with the sheet back up, covering the goods. "You can't walk into any gun or pawn shop for these weapons. No. These are special weapons you can only unlock by completing special achievements."
"Like what special achievements?" asked Marshall.
Mostly," Finnick says. "By having lots and lots of money to pay for them. At least three times the selling price I got them for."
"Holy Shit," said Huey. "If I had that type of money alone..." he pauses, trying of what he'd do with so much money. "I'd probably just buy an island."
"And if you think that's something, know that just like every toy you get at Christmas, batteries, and bullets are not included," Finnick says. "A single bullet could cost you almost thirty dollars, which is why I recommend you buy in bulk for a discount."
"That's okay," Marshall says. "We'll keep with getting drunk and on high hallucinogenic drugs. You can keep the armory for whatever mental case militia, the world is ending nutjob or your regular run of the mill school shooter you sell to."
"Man, fuck you," Finnick said. "give me the money for your damn drugs so I can get going."
Paying Finnick, the little fence fox closes the back doors to his van. Scruffles from inside Finnick's van, as he hops into the driver seat. Finnick sticks his head out the window and shouts out for them to forget the great and powerful behind the curtain, and heads out.
Marshal only shakes his head, forgetting what he saw. He takes one of the paper tabs out of the baggie and places it in the center on his tongue. Handing off the bag to Huey, the brown rabbit does the same. Huey goes to Philip to offer the last to him.
"No thanks," Philip says. "I want to keep my wits sharp. You know, in case we get lucky and see something tonight. I will take some more hits from the Vodka bottle though."
Marshal could feel the paper tab starting to dissolve on his tongue and making his mouth feel like it was vibrating. Marshal flops back down on the lawn chair near the fire. "Oh come on," Marshall said. "Do really think you're going to be seeing any UFOs tonight."
"What?" Philip asks, a little annoyed. "billions beyond billions of planets out there," Philip says, waving his hand across star scattered night sky. "And you think were the only planet with life on it? And you wouldn't be the least bit excited to see an Extraterrestrial lifeform?"
"No" Marshal answers. "that's not what I'm saying at all. I would love the mammals of this world to have some alien life form visit us. What I'm saying is, do I believe it will happen to tonight? It's going to be a hard No. Best thing to do is lay back, let the acid kick in, and let the cosmos swirl above me like a damn kaleidoscope."
From above came the roar of thunder. Looking up, thick gray clouds were covering the star's light. "Ah, damn-it," Huey said. "Probably good thing you didn't take that last hit of acid, Philip. We might have to call this trip short, and I'm pretty sure your the only one, out of all of us, that can still drive."
A hard gust of wind came out of nowhere, hitting Marshal from all sides. The strong gust of wind hits the fire. The wind is so strong, it forces the fire's flames to the ground. This completely snuffs the fire out. Now with no light to see, thunder and lighting above them, and the wind becoming stronger were all the signs to Marshal that it was time to go.
Grabbing whatever gear was their's and tossing it into the back of Marshal's pickup truck. Huey had a hand on the truck's door, ready to open and get in. The one mammal Marshal couldn't for was Philip. He calls out to Philip, but nothing. It wasn't till, Philip called back out, demanding that they come and take a look at this.
With harsh and loud sighs, Marshal and Huey head to where they heard Philip. They cover their faces with their hands, to protect their faces from the harsh winds and the bits of dirt that flung with the wind. They both stop when they find themselves a few yards in front of Philip.
Philip was still tinkering away at his camera and tripod. If Marshall didn't know any better, he would say that Philip had a smile on his face while looking up at the sky. They yell for him to come on, but Philip points upward for them to look.
Looking up, Marshal couldn't believe what he was seeing. The heavy winds were making the dark clouds above them circle around them. Bright blue lighting scattering from the clouds and across the sky. In the center of the swirling clouds came a light. The light seems to only become more vivid with every passing second. Marshal only hope that it was just acid taking effect.
"You see that too, right?" Marshal asks Huey. Huey in a scarred state nods his head. The light from in center becoming so bright, it lit up the ground around them. It also gave them a clear sight at Philip. Philip who still smiling and pointing his camera up at the sky.
"Do you see it?" Philip calls out. Marshal not having the slightest clue to what Philip was talking about. "It's coming down!" Philip shouted. "Some craft. It's descending from the sky" Philip screams and laughs with excitement. "Never thought I'd live to see this day" Philip shouts.
Marshall looks up. He could see something descending from the bright light. They call to Philip, wanting and urging him to get him to safety. Philip only continues shouting in excitement, throwing his arms up as if he had just scored the final point for the game. Camera now off the tripod and in Philip's hand. "This is it, guys!" Philip shouts. "This is what we've been waiting for! Close Encounter of the Third Motherfucking Kind! It's everything I dreamed of and more! It's-"
Before Philip shouts another word of excitement, the craft that had been falling from the center of the cyclone and bright blue light, drops at full force on Philip. A massive splash of blood shoots out from under the craft, spraying Marshall and Huey with what felt like a bucket splash of Philip's blood, covering their faces and chest. What was once Philip was now a flat pancake of blood, guts, and broken bones.
Marshall felt something roll between his feet. Looking down, it was Philip's camera. It seems to still be functional and operating. Recording everything that was happening. A loud sound comes from the craft as if something heavy had landed on the top and rolled off.
Just as quickly as it had come, the thick clouds dispersed and the wind dies down. Loud moans came from the craft. The sounds they heard made it seem as if someone, or something, was in dire pain. Marshall picks up the camera and continues filming, its what Philip would have wanted.
Something moved. Marshal points the camera in its direction. Whatever this 'thing' was, it was trying to stand up. The bright shining lights from the craft made it hard to see what it was.
A tall figure stands up. The bright lights from the craft gave the monster, or whatever it is a silhouette look. It stood there moaning. On the creature's right hand, attached some mechanical alien craft, that hummed like a chainsaw. In its left hand, it held some kind of massive weapon.
"Holy Fuck, are you seeing this?" Huey asked in a panic to him. Yes, he really saw this, or Finnick had given him some really fucked up acid, fucking with his head. No. It was not the acid. Not only did he see this but he was capturing every bit on film. It was without question, out of this world.
Marshall grabs Huey's shoulder in excitement. "Holy Fuck! Huey, can you believe this? We're going to be famous for this shit. We're-" before Marshal could say another word, two bolts of bright blue lighting rips through the sky.
The lighting strikes both Huey and Marshall, dead center of the chest. Though never having been electrocuted before, except maybe a few zaps while working some home repairs, but he never knew how active his mind would still. Marshall could feel all his muscles seise up, and every bit burning. He could smell his own fur and wool being lit ablaze. The worse, though, was the feeling of his organs moving, expanding from the electrical heat; as if he was being cooked inside a giant microwave.
The jolt of lightning strick to Marshall and Huey sent them flying several feet backward. Marshall could hear the loud "pop!" sound of his cooked guts exploding outward. Leaving him to die, black and smoldering; and still grasping onto Philp's camera.
(AN: What excatly is this creature or the craft it has come in. Unfortunately, all will be explained in the next chapter of this story.
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Until next time, SirRedFox signing off.)