I Could't believe i met a colonial ancestor i never known about & that the whole fact he's

southern make me even more suprise since he lived in the hillbilly devil's forest of

Tennesse the one motherfucking cursive place in the state where nature & the undead dw

ell in total darkness. Jenny & I were talking about if me a living human being could love a

heavenly damn hot angel warrior chic like her i had a feeling i might never seen her again

afterwards but i knew that she would be watching over me knowing how proud of a

demon slayer like me protects humanilty despict myself being a total jackass with total

insensitvity. We stumble upon the bon fire or i mean witch burning again when a wicked

laughter can be heard from it getting closer all of a sudden a firy being jumps out on the

group reveal to be the was that was sentence to death now undead & flaming with rage

as she throws hellish skull faced fire balls at us alerting the witch hunter who are than hit

with the balls turning into nothing but ashes & bones behind me where pilles of water

barrows accidentaly breaking one causing it to pour at the evil hag's leg snaping apart

like a twigg as i take another one than another to smash the she witch to death putting

her out. I headed to find the spair parts at last after dealing with all that bullcrap nonsenc

e that was in the goddamn way & manage to find ones that were hidden in old sheads &

damaged gun shops with me & of course my angelic ex Jenny going back to Mr Williams

where a middle aged deadite in a powered wig was struggling him than blasting the zomb

ie's head of with my boomstick. I walked up close to the poor faila as the deadite drop a

piece of bloodstain paper nice going gramps i somewhat complamented him telling him

about the paper i found one of those earlier he told me covered in strange writings made

my flesh creep i gave it to the preacher in case he could make sence of it. I was nearly ex

hausted from getting all those parts Me & Mr Williams headed inside his house to build th

e weapon as Jenny cleans her spear us men were even more exhausted just by making

this damn thing the end resolt was the very first gatling gun thanks to me in american

history as it can fire 8 rounds without even reloading however with the few extra parts i h

ad he also build me the very first flamethrower as well to fill with moonshine along with

bolt cutters too. Jenny & I had to look for just one more piece of scrap metal but for the

ammo this time we needed to head to a large shed below the hills but we made a quick

stop at the chapel asking the preacher for the paper Williams told us about unaware of

what evil it contains than heading our way at the shed when arriving there it was locked i

n which my bolt cutters came in handy for it i grabed the round metal piece with holes in

it to bring back to gramps. We got back to the blacksmith's house but gramps was nowh

ere to be seen from the look of things he had vistors & given them his usual country wel

come only this time he was missing in action figured we better find him & pronto now im

now expert on this fifth dimension tourism stuff but i had a hunch my great grea great gr

and something going belly up in the past was't going to do much for my future.