Hellboy stepped into the car, eating a slice of cold pizza, and holding a Ziploc bag of 3 more in his right hand.
"What, you're not taking some beer with you?" Liz asked sarcastically.
"I'm on the job, sweetums," he replied, winking at her. Liz let a little chuckle go. Hellboy smiled and took another bite. Liz looked at the map. "Well, the cemetery isn't on the map, but satellite photos confirm it exists. So, it should be about 15 miles down the road." "Hit it," Hellboy said through a mouthful of pizza, and they took off toward the cemetery.

As they were driving down the old stretch of highway, Hellboy reached over and started pushing buttons on the AM/FM radio. "I doubt you'll get much out here. At least anything you like," said Liz. "Yeah, but you never know." He kept switching stations find nothing but static and bad country. "Wait a second," Hellboy said, his eyes widening. He turned the knob backwards frantically. "What? What is it?" Liz asked, concerned. "This!" Hellboy exclaimed, "Johnny Cash!" Liz just sighed and rolled her eyes. Hellboy hummed along, nodding his head and tapping his hooves. All of a sudden he stopped. Then, the radio turned into static. He reached and turned it off. "What's wrong?" Liz asked, turning to look at the bewildered Hellboy. "Bad mojo," he said, "and a lot of it." "We're only about a mile away from the cemetery," she said. "Yeah, I know." His right hand began to tingle. He was getting nervous. "I've got a hunch that this isn't going to be the cakewalk you thought it was, Liz." Her hands tensed on the steering wheel, and little tendrils of smoke curled up from under her fingers. "Take it easy," Hellboy said, patting her shoulder gently with his stone right hand. The smell of burnt plastic filled the car, and her hands relaxed. Liz rolled down the windows. The air felt heavy, and had an odd musty smell to it.
They came upon the cemetery and saw the many headstones and the stone ruins of an old church. The shadows cast by the markers and the walls of the chapel were moving slightly - as if something was contained within them.
"Liz," Hellboy said, "let's go back to the motel, and get some firepower."
"Yeah," she said, staring at the shadows, "Yeah, good idea."