No Need For Graves

How It Started

     It was a day that no one could forget. I was sitting at my grand fathers funeral. He had died peacefully three days before in his sleep. People had reported that the coffin had been shaking. My mom thought it was as cruel joke. I say thought, because she's dead. Or, gone. I thought it was a joke too. But then the cover to the coffin burst open.

     My name is Kandice James. And I'm going to tell you a story.

     It was May first. My mother, Shannon James had just rose from a deep sleep to the sound of a phone ringing. I remember her sobs echoing down the hall as she received the devastating news. Two days later the coffin had been reported to shake. I didn't believe it until the funeral.

     June Second, 1999

     I was sitting on a metal chair, at the funeral service. When the coffin started to shake. Security guards pushed it down, trying to keep in nailed shut.

     The elm wood coffin started to tip, leaning precariously towards the ground. Blood dripped out of the bottom, onto the pedestal. The church we we're in had been built in 1917, run by a widow of a WWI veteran.

     The whole coffin fell with a bang, landing on a security guards leg. Bone popped out of his thigh, and blood drenched the floor. He screamed, and everyone's eyes shot towards the scene. The cover to the coffin dropped open, seemingly in slow motion. Inside was a body that had veins bulging up and down its torso and limbs. The eyes were bloodshot, and it's chest was torn open.

     And then Terrance Houston flew out of his coffin. He tore open the man in the first row, who fell to the ground. In the first second, his skin turned a seafoam green color, in the second his veins bulged and his eyes went bloodshot, it the third and final he was off the ground and running towards the security guards.

     A lot of messed up stuff happens in Detroit, which is twenty miles away from the family estate. But I'd never seen anything like this. Around thirty six people were at the funeral, and twenty of them were on the ground writhing, and the next second up on there feet running around like maniacs. A man I recognized as my grand fathers advisor picked a pistol from the security guards holster that had dropped to the ground, and aimed it at me. His skin was skin, his veins protruded almost an entire inch from his face. They puffed out so much in his chest, that bones tore free of the skin, and his entire rib cage was visible through suit and tie. His heart was pounding at an unsteady rate, blood dripping from multiple arteries.

     His body jerked to the right, sending him down to the ground, and the gun went off. The bullet hit a man who was running out the door in the spine. He tumbled to the ground, and was pinned down by one of the creatures.

     I saw my mother get thrown down by my grandfather, and he bit her neck. She screamed in pain, but was cut short as she turned.

     That was when I sprinted for the door.