Ashly, even though slightly injured, crawled to his feet, stumbling into the room where Fable lay. Siouxsie pushed aside him. Scott could only manage to grab Shelly's raised arm. Siouxsie grabbed her knife and swung it, slicing deep into Deadite Shelly's raised wrist. Nearly severing her wrist. A thick, murky black sludge pumped from the wound. Shelly's pained screams intertwined with Fable's screams of fear.

She tightened her grip on Scott's neck. Ash watched, terrified, as Shelly raised her now dangling hand to her mouth. She then bit it off, watching as the useless hand fell to the floor. Siouxsie swung her knife around, ramming the blade into Shelly's spine. The Deadite screeched as Cheryl whooped, the grandfather clock gonged and lightning cracked across the black sky outside. Shelly dropped Scott, who crawled and hid behind his friend's legs. She reached around with her remaining arm to clutch the knife.

That same thick, murky black sludge poured from the wound in her back as she bent herself backwards screaming. Ashly stood in horror, an axe in his hands. Ash knew he should help Siouxsie fight Shelly but he stood there, frozen in horror. That same thick, murky black sludge leaked from her mouth as she fell to the floor, writhing. Gradually, the movements ceased. Dead. Scott crawled over to Siouxsie. Shelly grabbed Scott's leg.

Scott let out a scream. Mr. Williams pressed his back to the wall, running a hand through his hair. "No...no...no..."

"SOMEONE FUCKING HIT THIS BITCH!" screamed Scott. Shelly stood up in a bunch of jerking movements. She opened her mouth and a mad laugh fell from her jaws. "FUCKING HIT THIS BITCH!"

Scott screamed as Siouxsie kicked Shelly, momentarily ignoring Scott. He backed up towards his friend, who still held the axe, who was still paralyzed with fear. Shelly, who was still oozing that black sludge, advanced towards them with only one arm. She lunged towards the bassinet. Ashly ran over to her, bringing his axe down again and again in such a frenzy. Then, after the final chop, there was a silence. A dead silence.

Shelly's body remained on the floor, quiet and unmoving. "Uh...Scott? Siouxsie?" asked Ashly, grabbing his friend's and wife's attention. "What is uh...what are we gonna do?"

"Bury her," mumbled Scott.

"You...can't bury Shelly. She's a friend of ours isn't she?" asked Ash.

"Ashy, she's dead," said Mrs. Williams.

"Siouxsie is right, Shelly's dead. We're gonna bury her now," said his friend.

Mr. Williams bit his lip and looked around blankly. This couldn't be happening. His wife and friend dragged Shelly's body outside and they buried her near the work shed out back. The harsh floodlights from the cabin made the task look very stark and barren. While they were burying her, Ashly went over to his daughter's bassinet. Ash peered in to see Fable asleep peacefully.

He smiled and returned the living room as Siouxsie and Scott came back in. He began to load new batteries into the flashlight. "I saw an old hiking trail when we were driving up here. Now I don't know if it goes all the way around that gorge-"

"-Or if it's even still in tact," interrupted Mr. Williams.