Clementine clutched the soiled handkechief to her mouth in horror. Tears streamed from her eyes, the freckles of blood splattered about her face being dilluted into pinkish rivulets.

Rodriguez stumbled to his feet from where he had lain unconcious, gasping beside Clementine at the sight of the collapsed mine entrance.

“Is he?” he whispered as he steadied himself and lifted his shotgun out of the dirt. Her only answer was the sound of her fighting back sobs in pride.

Hope briefly lit her eyes as a pile of rubble started to shift.

She started towards the mineshaft when a large hand halted her. He raised the shotgun with his other arm.

“Watchit, senorita!” then before she could protest, the shotgun coughed loudly, fire erupting into the pile of rocks.

Rodriguez reloaded both barrels of his gun as he walked to the rubble and kicked hard at the smouldering corpse.

As a deformed, pellet ridden and fanged skull rolled from his kick he said, “Godamned undead!”