What lies hidden beneath End House?
Familiar faces and bony countenances.
A cacophony of moans and sounds.
A community of creatures living in the tunnels.
Friends who might be returning to the living,
Or the living who might be joining The Dead.
David grabs hold of Tom’s hand,
One of his long lost friends.
Tom stands stiff and tall, not responding.
Howard shuffles forward.
Howard had been the daring one,
The one who had saved Tom from the dark pool.
The town looks like Oasis,
With its beaches, stores, cafes, parks, and hotel.
In the distance, the forest looms dark and forbidding.
But where are the people?
The stores stand empty.
“There, they are!” Linda calls out.
A large group walks down Main Street.
No smiles crossing their deathly pale faces.
No emotions from these sad replicas of humanity.
Something is wrong.
No one is happy to see us.
“Let’s get out of here!” Linda yells.
The group before them lurches forward,
Arms extended like bare branches in the winter cold.
Her friends back up in fear.
“But they’re our friends!” Mike says,
“We can’t leave them here,”
His eyes pleading for help.
Linda drags him away from the red-eyed mob.
“Our friends are gone.
These aren’t are friends any longer.”
A man grabs hold of Louise’s long hair.
She lets loose a heart-wrenching cry,
Frightening the pale creature away.
Linda takes one last look at Oasis.
They look like members of our town,
But yet they don’t.
The door slams shut,
Separating them from the empty shells.
Linda follows her friends out of the dark.
Goodbye to Wolf and your demented band of followers.
I can’t believe that I had been tempted by you.
Thank god we escaped in time.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME