VERSION ONE
After this First Engagement, when the furious Sun awoke and
dragged his ugly melon up over the tops of the Sierra Valley Mountain Range to
the east, there would be twenty eight hours until the War Of Fuckno
started.
Before we collected the bones of the dead on that fateful
morning, while we were engaged in the first fight, the many police departments
of the ugly king of the desert began to amass.
Calls came to them from the southern areas, the nether regions of
Fuckno.
The Walkin had grown an army, a legion, although that wasn’t
his intention.
When you are an infected Walkin because you have eaten the
flesh of the dead, then those you have killed, after you have eaten something
from their body, well, they are left looking for an answer.
They are open.
The answer, for them, was the hunger of the hell spawn. The gates of Hell opened, and the fresh dead
innocents who happened to be addicted to drugs, who were thieves, and also
those in various states of unconsciousness from their disease or coma or
black-outs or any other way that they lost their mind from their body,
Well,
They were soon to become taken over by the freshly dead.
New Walkins.
Demons would help them.
Would you care to see this?
Let’s go, baby. It
will be ugly.
HELL SPAWN ESCAPE AND ENTRANCE
…Don’t forget the blood compact between Katheena and Joey on
the roof, when they first saw the Glinty. 153…
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