âHeh, heh, hehâŠâŠ! Thatâs a great prize! Iâm getting lucky!â
âOi,oi! Donât do that!â
A tattooed man licks his tongue and tries to approach the beautiful girl who suddenly appears in front of him. But his skin-headed partner hurriedly grabs him by the shoulders.
âThatâs not good! Thatâs an evil incarnation that we shouldnât even be involved with!â
The skinheadâs face has lost its colour and turned pale.
Itâs no wonder that he is wary. The beautiful chestnut girl who appeared in front of him wore worn-out clothes and had black dirt all over her body.
She looks as if she has just crawled out from under the graveâŠ.This is the kind of look that inspires imagination.
It didnât seem like a decent person.
âWhat are you talking about?ăItâs not every day you get a girl that good!ăYou could sell her for less than a hundred gold pieces! And âŠâŠâ
But the tattooed manâs eyes are clouded with lust, and he doesnât take his partnerâs words seriously.
âItâs not every day we get to hold a girl with such beauty like that!ăSheâs a bit dirty, but thatâs no problem! After weâve had our fun, we can sell her off to the slavers!â
âThatâs not the point! Sheâs not human, sheâs probably some kind of undead thing.â
It is not uncommon for the undead to spring up in cemeteries that have not been tended to for years.
In this cemetery, too, priests regularly offer prayers to repose the soulsâŠâŠThe girl in front of them, with her unusual appearance, did not seem to be a living person.
While the men were arguing, the girl looked away as if nothing had happened and tried to walk away with a disturbed gait.
âHeh, waitâŠ..!â
âOi!, you!â
âHey, there, girl! What the hell are you doing here at this hour?â
The tattooed man ignored his partnerâs restraint and chased after the girl, grabbing her by the thin shoulders as she tried to walk away.
âAâŠ.?â
The girl looks back with sleepy eyes. She looked up at the tattooed manâs face, which is taller than hers, and tilted her head.
ââŠâŠWa?â
After a long silence, the girl utters some words that are too short.
The tattooed man has no idea what she is trying to say. But it didnât matter to him who was trapped in lust.
âWhat the fuck are you talking about? No, I donât care âŠâŠ.I donât care, Iâm going to play with you. Come here!â
The tattooed man takes her by the hand and drags her along as he does. She was then taken to a nearby patch of grass and pushed down onto a bed of grass.
âIâm going to make love to you! Hee hee, hee hee!â
ââŠâŠâŠâŠâ
The tattooed man straddled the girl, licking his tongue and moving his fingers in a mysterious way.
He reached out to grab a handful of her small breasts andâŠâŠsomeone grabbed his shoulders from behind to stop him.
âChi, get out of my way! If youâre that scared, Iâll enjoy it myself, so get the fuck out of here!â
The tattooed man shakes off the hand on his shoulder.
He was about to do it, ignoring his partner who was in his way, when a shaky voice came from the side.
âO,oiâŠâŠbaneâŠâŠ behind you âŠâŠ.â
âHhe?â
His partner, who was supposed to be behind him, was for some reason a little distance away from him.
The skinhead, his face as white as paper, pointed a trembling fingertip at the tattooed manâs rear.
âHeâŠâŠ, whyâŠ.what are you pointing at?â
The tattooed man turns around in surprise.
At the same time, a sharp fang pierced his neck.
âHigii!!?â
âGatagatagatagatagatagataâ
âHygaaaaaaaaaaaa!!â
The tattooed man was bitten by the corpse of a man standing on two legs.
The flesh and skin of the carcass had rotted away and the white bones were bare.
How long has he been dead? The corpse, now a skeleton, embraces the tattooed man and mercilessly bites the flesh off his neck.
âKi,GahâŠAaaâ
A corpse straddles the tattooed man who has fallen, blood gushing from his neck. Ironically, it is in the same position as the man who had just tried to attack the girl.
âSt-STOP!!!!!!!!â
âA,aaâŠ..â
The carcass mercilessly devoured the tattooed manâs body, devouring his flesh.
The skinhead man fell on his buttocks in horror and watched in amazement as his partner was devoured by the monster.
The tattooed man screams and scratches his algae for a while, but eventuallyâŠ..his limbs give out as if he has run out of steam. The only sound was that of the meat being chewed.
âThatâs why I saidâŠâŠI told you to stopâŠ..I told you to stopâŠâŠ!â
He wanted to get up, but his legs and feet were too terrified to do so. He still crawls and tries to escape, but..
âAaâŠâ
Numerous figures stand in front of the skinhead man crawling on the ground.
As he slowly looks up, he sees a crowd of countless dead bodies looking down at him. At the head of the crowd was the old man, whose grave the two men had just dug up and razed.
His forehead is clearly marked with the scorch marks of a cigarette, and the lightless eye sockets of the temple cave peer out at the skin headed man.
âGatagatagatagatagatagataâ
âHâŠâŠ gyaaaaahhhhh!â
A wild scream echoed through the dark night.
For a while, the sounds of people fighting could be heard butâŠâŠsoon the cemetery was once again enveloped in the silence of the night.