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job, man. You are an escaped convict. It’s my job to come get you,” Willy projects throughout the house.
    Jerry’s crushed head begins to move to the side and begins to speak through its disfigured mouth. “SHA SHOOONE!” is what slurringly comes out instead of “THE STONE.”
    Willy shoots Jerry’s carcass in the head. The head explodes and knocks the rest of the body outside.
    “SHUT UP!” he says, annoyed. “You want it, then quit being an ass and come and get it like a man!”
    Trent’s body gets tossed, this time through the back window. Pieces of glass fly over the sheriff’s back and head, startling him in the process to fire off a shot at nothing. The body and its entrails slide across the white tiled kitchen floor, smearing blood and mud in its wake. Willy turns at the window to see if anything else is coming through. Only the still sound of the night can be heard. Behind him, the sound of creaking wood gets his attention.
    He swivels around towards the sound. He sees “miss the shot” Clarence standing just beyond the door way. Clarence’s eyes are there but seem to have been penetrated by something and bled onto his face. His chest was ripped open like French doors, exposing his spine. Willy stands frozen, not knowing what the mangled mess of Clarence will do next. Trent’s body on the floor begins to animate, lifting off the floor and making a wet, squishy sound. The sheriff looks at him, still pointing his barrel at Clarence. W2 bursts through the back door, knocking both the door and screen on the kitchen floor. What’s left of Jerry’s body slides through the front door behind Clarence. They all slowly inch closer in Willy’s direction. He begins to shoot at the group. Blam!
    “Get away from me!” he screams.
    He fires off two more shots. He shoots off a portion of Trent’s shoulder and puts a hole inside Clarence’s chest and back so that you can now see through him. None of the shots are effective as they continue to collapse on top of him. Willy falls down on his back, now out of rounds in his gun room. The bodies completely engulf him as he screams with his eyes closed.
    “ Ahhhhh!”
    They stop. Willy opens his eyes in the pitch black body cave and sees through Clarence’s chest/back that Carver is standing there with his eyes glowing ivory white. Carver makes a motion with his hand that makes the bodies plop to each side of the Sheriff.
    “The stone…now!” he says in an almost hollowed, echoing voice effect. The sheriff, wide-eyed in disbelief, pats his chest, searching for the oil-soaked rag that contains the stone. He pulls it out of his top breast pocket of his uniform shirt and tosses it to Carver.
    The Sheriff’s wife comes out of nowhere, screaming.
    “LET HIM GO!”
    Out of Carver’s pack flies more of the bone arrows that he makes stick into her clothes, launching her across the room then pinning her against the living room wall next to a mounted moose head.
    “Put me down!” she screams.
    Carver opens up the rag and stares at the stone.
    “Ya happy now? Get the hell out of my house!” shouts Willy.
    Carver closes the rag and reaches behind and puts the stone in his bag. He takes a few steps towards him then raises all the bodies. He makes the intestines of each body rip out of them and shoves them up the sheriff’s nostrils. They fill him until they erupt from his ears, eyes, and mouth. Carver then opens his arms wide as if he is waiting for a longing embrace. The body explodes throughout the room, plastering the walls with blood, bones, and guts. The room resembles a microwave that hasn't been cleaned in months.
    “Nooooo!” his wife screams over and over.
    Carver walks by without looking at her and heads out the front door. The sun begins to rise as he walks out of the house, and his eyes go back to normal from the glowing white. He takes a deep breath as if he has been holding it the whole time.
    “Noooo!” she continues.
    A rooster crows, and its