Part 3: Four Riders Are Approaching
Ash, Darkman, and Cort sit around a table in the saloon.
"So how do we handle these things?" asks Cort.
"We must kill them all," says Darkman.
"No we have to get the hell out of here," says Ash.
"We must protect this town," says Cort.
"Who is this we?" asks Ash. "I just want to get back home."
"There's only a few hours before nightfall. We don't even know how to get you home yet. So your best bet is trying to survive the night here," says Cort.
Ash thinks for a minute then takes a swig of whiskey. His face turns sour.
"Alright let's kill some Deadites."
As the darkness creeps over the desert, four riders approach the small town. Their gray skin dangles off of mutilated bones, and their eyes beam red with the fires of hell. The leader's horse stops and the others stop behind him. The leader is wearing a familiar outfit: log sleeved blue shirt, brown slacks, and brown boots.
The group looks at the spec in the distance.
"Redemption." says the leader and the horses' gallop forward.
"Is everybody ready?" asks Cort.
All the men of the city are out in the street, armed to the teeth with whatever weapons they could find.
Darkman is at the front of the street with an axe from the blacksmith, Cort is in front of the clock tower with his shotgun.
"Where is your friend?" Cort asks Darkman.
"I don't know," he replies.
Ash is in a barn preparing a last resort and praying to god he won't have to fight the Deadites again.
The riders come closer to the small town and from the clock tower a lookout can see the large cloud of dust.
"Deadites!" he yells.
The crowd below starts to stir and thins out a bit as a few cowards run home. The dust cloud grows nearer and nearer. The group in the street remains strong and willing to fight even to the death.
"Get ready men!" shouts Darkman. "They're almost here!"
All of the men ready their pistols, shotguns, rifles, knives, and hammers, and even a few men have boards with nails in them.
The dust cloud is only a few yards from the town, the men have all raised their weapons to fight, but before they attack the dust turns. It moves along the back of the town, up a hill and into .the cemetery.
"Lookout!" shouts Cort.
Before any of the men have a chance to react to the command they are chopped, stabbed, bitten, and mutilated. A river of blood runs out of the town and into the desert. The small army of Deadites crashes into the houses of the townspeople and rip apart the women and children in their homes.
Ash runs out of the barn and into the bloody body filled street.
"Cort! Peyton! Let's get the hell out of here!" he shouts.
Darkman climbs out from the pile of bodies and pulls Cort out with him. They meet Ash in the street and prepare from the second wave from the Deadites.
"We gotta keep them here," says Ash. "They're way to fast and will be out of range from the explosion."
"Explosion?" asks Cort.
"Well yeah," says Ash while pulling the string on his chainsaw. "You didn't think we would make it out of here alive did you?"
The Deadites have finished swallowing the souls of the townspeople and slowly creep out into the doors of the houses.
"My entire town.lost in one night," says Cort. "You two go on ahead. I will distract them here."
Ash nods and Peyton shakes Cort's hand. They run toward the edge of town leaving Cort in the red street.
"Alright you flesh eating bastards! Come and get me!" he yells as the monster swarm around him like flies, ripping his flesh off, not even noticing Ash and Darkman.
Ash and Peyton continue to run and make it to the outskirts. A few of the Deadites are starting to chase them now; Darkman plants his axe deep into one's head stopping it in its tracks. Ash spins around quickly slicing another in half.
"Quickly, Ash!" yells Darkman.
The two speed up and jump for cover as the entire town erupts in a ball of fire. The air is filled with the horrible shriek of the dying Deadites and the burning of their flesh.
Ash and Peyton stand up and watch the town slowly burning and all the Deadites melting into a sort of pile, almost swirling around into a hole.a void.
"Oh shit." Ash mumbles and begins to run.
Darkman sees the void to and starts behind Ash but the pull is too strong for them both. They are ripped up off the ground and tossed into the air, swirling about until they reach the center and are drawn into the vortex.
Ash, Darkman, and Cort sit around a table in the saloon.
"So how do we handle these things?" asks Cort.
"We must kill them all," says Darkman.
"No we have to get the hell out of here," says Ash.
"We must protect this town," says Cort.
"Who is this we?" asks Ash. "I just want to get back home."
"There's only a few hours before nightfall. We don't even know how to get you home yet. So your best bet is trying to survive the night here," says Cort.
Ash thinks for a minute then takes a swig of whiskey. His face turns sour.
"Alright let's kill some Deadites."
As the darkness creeps over the desert, four riders approach the small town. Their gray skin dangles off of mutilated bones, and their eyes beam red with the fires of hell. The leader's horse stops and the others stop behind him. The leader is wearing a familiar outfit: log sleeved blue shirt, brown slacks, and brown boots.
The group looks at the spec in the distance.
"Redemption." says the leader and the horses' gallop forward.
"Is everybody ready?" asks Cort.
All the men of the city are out in the street, armed to the teeth with whatever weapons they could find.
Darkman is at the front of the street with an axe from the blacksmith, Cort is in front of the clock tower with his shotgun.
"Where is your friend?" Cort asks Darkman.
"I don't know," he replies.
Ash is in a barn preparing a last resort and praying to god he won't have to fight the Deadites again.
The riders come closer to the small town and from the clock tower a lookout can see the large cloud of dust.
"Deadites!" he yells.
The crowd below starts to stir and thins out a bit as a few cowards run home. The dust cloud grows nearer and nearer. The group in the street remains strong and willing to fight even to the death.
"Get ready men!" shouts Darkman. "They're almost here!"
All of the men ready their pistols, shotguns, rifles, knives, and hammers, and even a few men have boards with nails in them.
The dust cloud is only a few yards from the town, the men have all raised their weapons to fight, but before they attack the dust turns. It moves along the back of the town, up a hill and into .the cemetery.
"Lookout!" shouts Cort.
Before any of the men have a chance to react to the command they are chopped, stabbed, bitten, and mutilated. A river of blood runs out of the town and into the desert. The small army of Deadites crashes into the houses of the townspeople and rip apart the women and children in their homes.
Ash runs out of the barn and into the bloody body filled street.
"Cort! Peyton! Let's get the hell out of here!" he shouts.
Darkman climbs out from the pile of bodies and pulls Cort out with him. They meet Ash in the street and prepare from the second wave from the Deadites.
"We gotta keep them here," says Ash. "They're way to fast and will be out of range from the explosion."
"Explosion?" asks Cort.
"Well yeah," says Ash while pulling the string on his chainsaw. "You didn't think we would make it out of here alive did you?"
The Deadites have finished swallowing the souls of the townspeople and slowly creep out into the doors of the houses.
"My entire town.lost in one night," says Cort. "You two go on ahead. I will distract them here."
Ash nods and Peyton shakes Cort's hand. They run toward the edge of town leaving Cort in the red street.
"Alright you flesh eating bastards! Come and get me!" he yells as the monster swarm around him like flies, ripping his flesh off, not even noticing Ash and Darkman.
Ash and Peyton continue to run and make it to the outskirts. A few of the Deadites are starting to chase them now; Darkman plants his axe deep into one's head stopping it in its tracks. Ash spins around quickly slicing another in half.
"Quickly, Ash!" yells Darkman.
The two speed up and jump for cover as the entire town erupts in a ball of fire. The air is filled with the horrible shriek of the dying Deadites and the burning of their flesh.
Ash and Peyton stand up and watch the town slowly burning and all the Deadites melting into a sort of pile, almost swirling around into a hole.a void.
"Oh shit." Ash mumbles and begins to run.
Darkman sees the void to and starts behind Ash but the pull is too strong for them both. They are ripped up off the ground and tossed into the air, swirling about until they reach the center and are drawn into the vortex.