Open to a stretch of woods that is empty except for a few lumbering bodies amongst a fog. It’s early morning just before the yellow of the sun peaks over the horizon. It is near a back road that seems to not have been utilized in some years. Over the morning sounds a slight hum becomes to race into ear. A Subaru Outback screeches in and disrupts the calm. The lumbering bodies all focus on the SUS and let out a blood curdling scream that lasts a lifetime. The hand full that was slowly moving in the dead of the woods, has now become hundreds due to the firebolt of life that has raped the calm of the morning. They all converge on the heavily fortified vehicle in an attempt to rip in apart and eat the life from it. The doors fly open sendin bodies all over and out step three men in black suit and tie with matching fedora and horned rimmed mirrored sunglasses. They rotting monsters rebound from their knock back and make and another move at the men. Within a second they all had reacted only with different methods. The man at the drivers door pulls out two three foot machetes. He then turns into a metal tornado of blades that soon becomes a fountain of blood. The man to his right has two pistol grip shotguns with stocks that are semi-auto and begins to unleash a rain of terror in the form of lead showering the Zombies and rip the flesh from their bones. The final man standing directly behind the car pulls out two fully automatic heavy machine guns and unleashes a hell of tracer rounds that bore through bodies leaving baseball sized wholes on the rotting flesh that then leak entrails. There is several seconds of mass chaos that could rip the tranquility right out of the womb of Mother Nature. Then there is dead silence. The man at that was at the drivers door reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a cigarette case, he opens it and reveals that instead there are marijuana joints wrapped in clear papers. He removes one and lights up. The man opposite of him places his guns back in his coat and returns to the car. The man that was in the back returns the guns to the car. There in the back he finds a 36 pack of beer. He grabs one out of the top and removes his knife. He then shotguns the beer in a matter of seconds. After he removes his flask and pours a heavy dose in his thermos, covers the top, and shakes. Once he has taken his test drink for strength testing, he sits in the back of the car. The driver walks around basking in the gooey sticky ready mess he and his comrades have created. He finds a log to sit at and plops down. After finishing his first joint and starting another he speaks.