Earlier in the evening, Kara Mayer had positioned herself in the
hayloft on the second floor of the cranky old barn. She hid just
out of sight from any unwanted onlookers; however, she had a clear
view of the entire field below her. For more than an hour, she had
sat in the same uncomfortable position watching for trouble. As
she stood up to stretch her complaining legs, she saw the first sign
of movement on the edges of the old man’s property. What she saw
wasn’t new to her; she quickly knelt down behind the bales of hay
for cover as she steadied her weapon.
“We’ve got incoming!” Kara yelled as the sound of her high-caliber
rifle fire fractured the nighttime silence.
An obese, lustrous moon hovered silently in the starless sky.
With its theater-like spotlight, the celestial body illuminated the
somber world below. The frigid November night reluctantly shared
its morbid secret; ten shambling horrors marched erratically towards
the barn. Their moans and scraping feet in the leaves sent a
chill down Kara’s spine. The creatures moved in awkward unison
and soon clawed their way through the old wooden fence on the very edges of the farm. She knew it was only a matter of moments
before the undead reached her position.
