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Story by Jesus Riddle Morales with concept and figures based on the Evil Dead film franchise.

Evil Dead-Bride of The Necronomicon

Chapter zero: ( A bad day for the C.D.C. )

Chicago: 2054

“We are what was and will be again!”

“Arr-r-r-rgh!”

“Ten year old, Michael Roland, ran through the rushing street as cars sped by wildy, ignoring any sense of traffic law.

Behind him, a very sinister Deadite was in hot pursuit, anxious to get his taste of young blood. Michael saw the court building of City Hall ahead. In front of the building, two long rows of National Guardsmen were busy pelting a horde of rot-fleshed ghouls with automatic gunfire. Several of the Deadites hit the floor, but others came in strong, despite the ridiculous amount of rapid gunfire.

“Mom, help me, – No-o-o!” Screamed Michael as he pleaded for his life, while running past a vast array of army men, which were too busy to notice a small child, passing through the defense line.

But his cries fell on deaf ears. A while back, his mother had been slain and partially devoured by a particularly nasty Deadite, which somehow sprouted a pair of pterodactyl-like wings. Michael was astonished at the demon’s grotesque morphing abilities, but few of the Deadites resorted to such taxing supernatural tactics. Instead, the overall majority of them looked more like third-stage zombies. Nevertheless, they were fast and insanely strong. Without  warning, they came rushing into the city, tearing into the human population as if they were merely cattle to be slaughtered.

”Huh -- there it is,” replied Michael as he ran into the 1^st floor lounge of the city building.

Surprised that the hall was nearly empty, the child ran for the elevator and pushed the buttons, hoping to get a quick lift to safer levels. But the elevator just groaned and the boy took a cautious step backward. The child snapped his head towards the left, seeing a stack of old magazines ruffle about as a baleful laughter emanated from them. Michael shakily drew back, unnerved by the telekinetic tricks of the ghoul. It was a common gimmick that the evil beasts enjoyed doing to weaken the psyche of their victims, but using telekinesis and other supernatural trickery quickly sapped the powers of the Deadites. This noted, the progress of the pursuing monster became more subtle.  A full three seconds later, the door slid open, but no lift was in sight, just the vacant shaft were the elevator room should have been. Curious, Michael stepped over to peer into the grim darkness.

“Greaogh -ha, ha, ha, ha.”

Without warning, the demon who had been chasing him earlier appeared out the shaft’s inky darkness. It slowly rose out of the blackness with eyes blank in a foreboding pale stare.

“Please, please, don’t’ hurt me!” Pleaded the small boy.

The Deadite merely snarled and peeled back a wide, devilish grin.

“Pluh - pluh -pluh -please, don’t hurt me!” Mocked the monster fiend in a unworldly voice. It then shot forward and grabbed the child by his hair.

Taking a long mouthful of the boy’s curly, brown hair, the demon scarfed it down like some rabid billy goat. Then, while holding the boy upside-down by his feet, he flung Michael in the air and crouched low to the floor, waiting for the boy to fall from his mighty swing like a playful cat would an injured bird.

“No - n-o-o-o-!" Screamed the youth as he saw the gaping maw of the Deadite stretch open ridiculously wide as if it had a snake’s jaws.

“Skil–glurtch!”

With a long wet snap, the Deadite’s jaws shut around the child’s belly, tearing open the boy’s guts. Blood and lucid gore spewed forth in ghastly decor. The floor beneath the cackling Deadite’s feet was flooded with innocent blood and white flecks of brain matter as the demon took the near lifeless body of the child and swung it in violent circles. The boy’s head was being bombarded against the cement walls of the City Hall lounge room, where his brains scattered about in a spiral bliss of crimson melancholily.

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