It was a beautiful summer evening and things were real quiet outside the big city. On a lonely country road that stretched on for miles, twisting to and fro, the path dictated by the natural, undisturbed landscape of the remote farm community. A lone car progressed down the lonely road, the dull brown exterior of the vehicle blending in with the rural surroundings. It pulled into an old cemetery and stopped in the visitor parking zone.
The owner of the car was a young gray wolf named Johnny and he had brought his cousin Juno with him. He had picked his cousin up from the city to visit his father's grave out in the middle of nowhere.
Juno looked out over the quiet field covered in headstones and saw the beautiful setting sun. "Is it strange how time is on our side?" she asked with smile.
The young wolf driving the car was in less of a good mood. He stubbed his cigarette in the car's ashtray. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, it's eight o'clock and it's still light." Juno pulled her compact out and began to check her makeup.
Johnny smiled a fake smile. "A lot of good the extra daylight dose us. Now we've still got a three-hour drive back. We won't be home until fucking midnight!"
"Well, if you didn't want to visit your father's grave, Johnny, why did you ask me to come out here with you?" asked Juno with a frown as she put her compact back into her purse.
Johnny could feel his blood starting to boil, but he did not want to have an argument with his cousin. Mostly because he knew that Juno hated fighting and it was such a beautiful evening in a quiet cemetery and they had come to pay their respect to his late father. He knew better then to disrespect his dead father with fighting in a place of peace.
"I'm sorry, Juno, for my childish behavior," sighed Johnny as he pulled a beautiful flower covered Styrofoam cross from behind his seat. "I just think that I need to move my mother out here or move the grave into the city."
Juno only laughed. "Your just upset that your father is buried two-hundred miles from the nearest glass of beer!"
Johnny smiled and pinched Juno's cheek playfully. "Your right about that, but mother wants to remember so we drive two-hundred miles into country and she stays at home."
Juno gathered up her purse. "Well, we're here, Johnny, all right?" Her pointedly casual tone was intended to put a button on the conversation. She opened the door and stepped out of the car.
Johnny was right behind Juno and they made their way to his father's grave. It was quiet and the only thing the cousins herd was just wind blowing and the crickets chirping. They suddenly were startled by a white and brown cat wearing a tuxedo who jumped from behind a tree. Juno fell into Johnny's arms and screamed.
"I'm sorry!" sputtered the cat as he walked a way. "I'm very sorry!"
The cousins could tell that the cat was freaked out by something. "Hey can we help?" asked Johnny who did not leave Juno's side. "Is there something we can do to help you?"
Juno watched as the cat kept on walking away. "Weird cat!" she started to feel the need to leave, but she wanted to pay her respects to her uncle.
The cousins finally reached the gravestone of their loved one. Johnny placed the cross on the grave. He was ready to leave, but he one thing on his mind and it was not that creepy crazy cat that startled them a few minuets ago.
"I wonder what happened to the one I bought last year?" he asked scratching his head. "I spend a lot of cash on these things. We come out here, and the one from last year is gone."
"Well the caretaker or somebody takes them away over time."
A movement in the distance caught Johnny's eye. Down the path, in the opposite direction from which they came, a goat in a brown jacket and black pants was walking slowly toward them. Juno saw him too, but took no interest because she was ready to go back home. The cousins started to head back to the car when Johnny stopped and smiled a goofy smile.
"Do you remember when we were small we came out here with grandpa?" he asked with chuckle.
Juno was not wanting to remember a crazy thing from her childhood, but her cousin Johnny was going to remind her anyway.
"It was right over there!" he laughed pointing at some trees by a tool shed. "I jumped out at you from behind a tree and grandpa go all excited," he continued. "And he shook his fist at me, and he said, 'Boy, you'll be damned to hell!'" Johnny laughed.
Juno never felt so angry at her cousin. She wanted to bite him, but she was not going to act like a child in a cemetery and disrespect the dead. She walked away while Johnny still just laughed his head off, but he was not done teasing her.
"You're still scared, Juno!"
Juno spun around and pointed a threatening finger at Johnny. "Stop it! Your acting like a child!"
Johnny smiled a big mean smile because he knew he was really getting to her. "I'm your older cousin, Juno," he laughed. "Being mean and heartless is part of my job!"
"Lets just go!" growled Juno.
Johnny then had one more joke on his mind to mock Juno. He snickered a little, impressed with himself. What's more terrifying than the dead below your feet?He put on his best late-night horror-host British accent and called after her.
"There coming to get you, Juno."
Juno was so furious with Johnny and she stormed away. As she stomped toward the car, the goat had caught up with them. He was still just a few feet from the cousins, but he was coming right at them real slow. Johnny pointed at the strange goat with a laugh.
"He's coming for you, Juno!"
Juno could not believe how childish Johnny was acting, and right in front of a stranger. "Stop it!" she ordered. "He'll hear you!"
Johnny grabbed his cousin's shoulders, holding her in the perfect B-movie-poster pose. The stranger staggered closer to them. "Here he comes! I'm getting out of here!" Johnny laughed, and took of running leaving a humiliated and furious Juno behind.
Juno walked sadly toward the stranger to apologize for the way her cousin was acting. As she reached the stranger he reached out and wrapped his hands around her neck. All Juno could do was scream for her life.
Johnny rushed over and grabbed the back of the goat's jacket. "Let go of my cousin!" he shouted.
The stranger would not let go of Juno, but Johnny would not let the stranger go either. He yanked, trying to pull the assailant off his cousin, but the goat's grip was too tight. He yanked and yanked until Juno slipped free, but the attacker then turned his attention on Johnny. Juno his behind a large tombstone for protection and watch in horror as her cousin fought with the goat.
Johnny and the goat fought hard, but the fight ended with the goat biting down on Johnny's right arm. He fell backwards after the goat shoved him with all his might and landed head first into a tombstone.
"JOHNNY!" screamed Juno as her cousin's blood ran down the tombstone and the back of his head.
The attacker took sight of Juno behind the tombstone, but she took off running as soon as her cousin's killer was back on his feet. Juno made it to Johnny's car, locked the doors, grabbed the spare key from the glove box, started the car and drove off as fast as she could. Juno didn't want to leave her cousin alone in the cemetery, but he was dead and she was not planing on joining him.
Juno looked over her shoulder and saw the goat trying to fallow. "You'll never catch me, creep!" she scream.
The escape was cut short when a huge gasoline truck came driving at full speed down the road. Juno saw that truck had ten to fifteen crazed animals hanging onto it, but the worst part was that the driver was not watching the road. Juno took a hard right turn to avoid a collision, but she went off the road, down a hill and crashed into a tree and everything went black.