What Dreanna saw next she could barely comprehend, more or less accept. “He is bringing it… back from the dead!“

And the sound, oh God the sound! It was like breaking bones combined with the stretch of too old rubber bands.

She stared, transfixed, as the body writhed and clawed at the ground, gasping for air. It began to inflate, the flesh turning from mummified black to pale white then pink.

He appeared to be a young man in his early 20’s, his face contorted into a look of both utter terror and agony. His cries filled the air and sent a cold shiver up her spine. They were more like the screams of a wounded animal, held live over an open flame, then the cries of a sentient, thinking being.

Before she realized, she was running wildly, tears filling her eyes. She could no longer fight it, she had to get away. Run away, be anywhere other than here.

She glanced back over her shoulder to see Eric kneeling over the young man, turning around just in time to run, head long, into a pole.

BAM ! Lights out…