'The Story That Lasted Thirty-One Days'

Another barrage of corpses flew across the dance floor, Hanus Dictous had got into the swing of it, thrown with such force they were leaving blood spatter imprints on the walls.

Halloween and Almanac were now at the centre of an ever-decreasing circle of Zombie soldiers, that fought on even though their bones were shattered, and limbs were missing, they never imagined a day where they would fight side by side with zombies and consider them heroes.

It began with a tremor, there was an eerie silence as the battle halted, while they all tried to keep their balance, the tremor rose to a crescendo as the dance floor opened and swallowed everyone and everything on it. However, using their talons Halloween and Almanac climbed over one body after another to avoid disappearing into the vortex of bodies and stone. Hanus Dictous was still throwing corpses in vain as he was sucked into the melee, screaming curses at the duo, who he saw escaping.

They raced against the tide, as a river of bodies was consumed by the hungry vortex, managing to reach the Chateau doorway, just moments before the Gothic archways of the ceiling began to collapse into the vortex, pulverising the life out of every living thing, crushing flesh and bone to a bloody pulp.

On reaching the doorway they came face to face with the advancing demon army, an army that seemed hellbent on walking headlong along a pathway to destruction, inside the Chateau. It was clear that the army was now leaderless, and behaved more like zombies, than zombies every did, however, they were still a formidable force and they were left with no choice, but to battle them head-on, in the knowledge they would soon be dead. They battled for no longer than a few minutes rendering a number of their enemy dead, but realising it was futile to fight on, they quickly retreated, before spinning around and using the dead to mount the army that irrespective of their sudden disappearance continued to march forward, spilling like a waterfall of lemmings into the vortex. However, it was only a matter of time before they filled it up to allow the Princesses and the Priestess currently trapped on the other side of the vortex to escape, with what remained of their elite guardians.

The blood and guts pouring into the tomb chamber via the vortex were rising and the coffin was soon engulfed and disappeared beneath the surface. It had been battered by falling stones, and badly damaged, leaving gaping cracks across its lid, which allowed the treacle-like bloody mess to permeate the coffin. Inside, something was stirring, it began sucking more and more of the slime in via the cracks, which became a nest of small vortices created by what could only be described as a vacuum, increasing the amount that entered defying the known laws of physics, by exceeding the coffins volume, many fold.

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