The train began to slow, and at that moment I realized that the ridiculous Percy Longville had been sleeping soundly through the commotion! A zombie lunged to bite him, and somehow a wild courage overtook me and I shot it dead. It would not make a snack of my friend, no how! And this, of course, woke the poor fool. Hammerhorn and Bamfield began tossing out weapons as the train came to a stop and the zombies burst fully into the car. Percy was handed a flamethrower and we all leaped out of the train and into the Necropolis cemetery!
“ Where is that poor woman, Vandenklamp?” Hammerhorn asked.
“ It ' s too late for her; we can ' t go back,” said Missus Mister.
Mr. Longville tried to get the flamethrower working, figure how to put it on, and learn what all the doodads did, but he struggled most pathetically. It ' s a Mukow, Percy Longville, they practically operate themselves! Even the advert states how they ' re safe enough for a baby!
The zombies stumbled off the train after us. The gun-mouth pushed past the less intelligent undead with a purpose. It fired a blast from its mouth and we all ducked behind some gravestones. I looked back at the train to see the biter coming through the swarm as well!
We all prepared our weapons for firing, when suddenly every grave plot around us began to open! Corpses burst forth from the ground! They grabbed ahold of Brunhilde Bamfield, restraining her against the ground. Hammerhorn used the back of his gun to smash the rotting limbs apart. We all stood and began firing at the dead as fast as we could! But the grounds below us were giving way to the dead as well!
I shot my last, but the gun-mouth zombie was approaching quite quickly. I don ' t know if I was
thinking or if it was instinct, but I lunged forward, shoving my gun into his own mouth barrel. He fired at me then and his entire head exploded. It was not at all pleasant, let me tell you!
Our group was encircled by the undead, our bullets nearly spent.
“ Ah, you ' ve frightened the dears,” said a voice.“ We only meant for you to be gently bitten in your sleep!”
It was Clothilde Vandenklamp. The zombies parted for her to approach.“ What is this!?” cried Hammerhorn.“ It ' s a Bokor,” said Percy, seemingly breaking the flamethrower he was fiddling with. " The person who controls the zombies!"
“ You,” said Mister.“ You are the one controlling these zombies?”“ They are my friends and family, Missus Mister,” said Vandenklamp.“ Just like you and all the other splendid people I ' ve met over the years. All so lovely, and all so very, very, incredibly rich. Biters, come forth!”
The zombies with mechanical enhancements on their jaws came forth.“ Please bite my dear friends, I need them turned, and it would be a dreadful sin to kill them first. Murder is a most unpleasant business.”
One biter moved towards Bamfield, but Mister threw herself in the way, knife drawn. The creature latched on to her and began to overpower her.
“ What is this? What is going on?” Brunhilde cried.
“ I ' m afraid I find myself stretched a little thin these days, my dears,” said Vandenklamp.“ But as the sole heir to your fortunes, I shall find myself with the means to live a life of leisure for quite a few more years.”
“ You are not the heir to any of our fortunes,” said Hammerhorn.