The ceiling starts caving in and you stop the tape. You hit play as pieces of the roof fall down upon you.
The recorder is the doctor again, in mid-recital of a passage. You hope he survived and is now completing what he started.
With a large SMASH the ceiling breaks down and large chunks of it nail you.
You seem fine, but the ceiling isn't your problem- It's the onslaught of blood thirsty deadites who now have free access to kick your ass.
As you peal the rubble off your rib cage a deadite tries to get a hold of you but you quickly slice him in half.
You get to your feet and start swinging at the dirty dead dozen who start charging.
The entire cabin begins to fall down around you as the doctor keeps reciting the passage.
You're tired of all this shit, but this is the end of them- right?
You slice up the deadites who crashed your cabin and you stand atop the rubble.
The doctor keeps talking. You stand there with no opposition whatsoever.
"Where are ya's now? Huh?"
Nothing but silence and darkness.
"Ay yi yi bot testa bot! Conda soman!" The professor recites. You listen attentively.
"Conda mankakosaupo!" He finally declares. "There, it is done. That passage shall summon the spirits."
Your heart stops and your body freezes: "Summon the spirits? SUMMON? OH SHIT!" You scream. With that you see deadites start pushing their way out of the soil and emerging from the dark woods. "No! Not again!" You bolt over to the tape recorder to bring it back to the end passage but it's too late. . . the dead are upon you!
One grabs your arm and a quick swing makes him harmless.
Two more come up to you and one crawls out of the dirt and attacks your ankles. Chainsaw in hand you start destroying the dead once more.
You take out two and three at a time but you don't think you can hold up much longer, you are getting fatigued.
As you lay to rest the zombie around- you take a peak at the woods: more deadites. They don't look like they're stopping! When you replayed the original passage on the tape recorder you summoned the dead back again! What a mess!
"He's stupider than he looks!"
"He had us beaten!"
"We shall live again!"
You spit into the dirt and you keep fighting. The deadites keep doubling their forces. Three attack, then six, then you have a dozen surronding you.
In the midst of the bloodfest you feel the chainsaw start to rumble and sparks begin to fly. Within a second the machine short-circuts in your hands and blows apart.
Weapon-less you stand against the deadite armies. There's gotta be about thiry-five of them, and they keep coming! Replaying that tape recorder was a bad idea!
You float like a butterfly and start stinging like a bee as you fight two-fisted. Any deadite who comes up to you gets a knuckle sandwhich. This proves effective to any one deadite, but once they come in two and three at a time you have no chance.
You put up a good fight, but this ain't no Bruce Lee flick! The thiry-some deadites all jumped you at once and pealed your skin off your bone.
You scream and fight with your last breaths, but there's just too damn many of them!
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