WEll seeing that no one cares about The Coming of The Dead, I decided to start a new story



Spencer's eyes shot open, staring into darkness, aweaken by his night terrors, and a crashing sound downstairs.

It has been 2 years since the break-in. On that fatefull night, Spencer was also awekan by a crashing sound on that night. He went down stairs to check what had happened, but only to find a man in a ski-mask aming a gun at his wife's head. She was shaking helplessly, her purple night gown, ripped with signs of struggle. Spencer stood there, whatching the man. The man then pulled the trigger back, Spencer jumped on the man's back, but it didn't help. ure, the man got knocked to the ground, but the gun only to drop. The bullet fired from the impact, sending a chunck of lead into his wife's head. He picked up the gun, sweating like a wildpig, his black night shirt stained with sweat. He looked down the long sights of the man's pistol and fired. A quick muzzle flash, and brain matter quickly came out of the man's head. Spencer had just dropped to his knee's putting the gun down, kneeling over his wifes body, crying. He wrapped up the man's body in ducktape, sheets, and bublewrap. He took the terrorist's body out side and burned his body. Then after a quick piss on the man's ashes, he dumped the man ashes in a sewage line. He ran home crying remembering all the good times he had with his wife, his brown hair dripping wih sweat. When he got home he called 911, they took the body, asked him question, did all the normal stuff. They never found the man's body, they never ecused him of murdering his wife. To this day noone knew why that man killed his wife. It has been 2 years...


Spencer deicide past was in the past, know he had put dead locks on all doors, and shatter proff glass, but this mother fucker some how found out holw to get in. Spencer wasn't taking any chances this time, altuogh he hadn't remarried he wasn't going to go downstairs, at least not with out a gun. HE ran in his closet, to0ok out his hunting crossbow, checked how many bolts were left in the magazine. There were 4 bolts. He reached for a phone, dialed 911, panting. No answer, phone lines are dead he thought. He deicided to take matters into his own hands.


He silently went down the stairs, in a tiger like stance, he followed te sounds of some one walking. He thought to himself, "Great Thief Think he made enough noise?" . HE went in his kitchen and saw a man limping. Specncer sholdered his crossbow and turned on the lights. "Hey buddy, Go the fuck away, unless you want a 9 inch rod of steel up yer ass" All he could see was the back of the man's head, the man jsut moaned. The man turned aroudn to reveal his right side of his face had no skin, his muscules showing. He put his arms out and limping towards Spencer. "Look Man, I'm WArning Ya" Spencer sturred with a hint of fear. The man was know 3 feet away from Spencer, the man threw himself at Spencer, they had a tuff struggle, the man snapping at Spencer. Spencer managed to get up and punch the man in the neck, nothing happened. The man got up and started to attack again. Spencer pushed the man backwards the man's back his a knife holder. the man fell to the ground. The knife holder fell over a stainless steel kitchen knifes poured into the man's chest. "What The fuck" Siad spencer as his jaw dropped. There was clearly a knife in the man's heart, but he just got up and went towards Spencer. Spencer let a bolt fly, hitting the man with a squish, taking of the mans leg. Spencer's jaw dopped lower in disbelief. He fired all of his bolts into each of the mans arms and legs, ripping them off, but the man kept coming. "HOLY SHIT!!!" Screamed Spencer. He ran up the stair, franticly searching for a weapon. HE went in his closet and found his Double Barrel Remington. He grabbed it, taking 6 shells and shoving 2 in and the rest in his pocket. He ran down stairs. The man was waiting for him at the edge of the steps Spencer shot the man quickly in the chest, The man staggered backwards, but then quickly started coming for Spencer. The man was literly rolling around on the floor. Spencer shoved his foot on the man's neck, put the gun barrel to the man's head, and fired making a blooding fluid mess. He blew on the end of the barrel and smiled. "See this, This is my Boomstick" he whispered.

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twas good

nice, i like it so far