Necronomicon Ex Mortis, to you and me The book of the dead. Written in human blood and bound to the pages with human skin. The book was created by the underworld rulers. Inside the book it self contained demon summoning rituals, burial sites and other crazy demon raising shit. Me? My name is Ash William's, the ruggedly handsome male with wise guy mouth and asskicking attitude.How I got mixed up in this shit? Well, that's a story to tell...
Me and my girlfriend Linda were heading up to an 'ol scientist's cabin in the mountains.We heard screams of the damed all throughout the hours. We both decided to stay inside and keep the cracked wood doors shut. Hours pass by, me hoping by the end of this weekend that I get laid. The cellar door went thump. Again thump. It paused for a moment. THUMP! The bloody thing broke open, unleashing the evil power of the necronomicon amongst us both. It flew around smashing things. After all the commotion, the book dropped to the floor. THUMP! The front door shattered! What appeared to be a tall, black, slender like creature appeared amongst the door frame. Barely visible due to the total blackness and fog of that April night. It took Linda, she was good as dead. I ripped the 12 gauge double barrel shotgun off the wall. I waited, and waited. Linda had returned, but not human. Her skin moldy and grey, hair ripped out,eyes as white as clouds and teeth barely fixed in her mouth. She was what I call, a Deadite. She muttered "Foolish boy, you cannot contain the power of the dead. We will lay waste to your puny land and enslave all of mankind!" She charged at me. I pulled the trigger of my gun. She was sent flying back. I bolted to the shed, in search of ammunition. I barricaded the door, knowing that it might by me time. I flipped the tables and searched the toolbox's. Nothing...
On the wall glistened 30 pounds of red, gasoline fuelled mayhem. A chainsaw. Heavy footsteps surrounded me outside, within a second a hand split through the door. "You can run but you can't hide Ash." In a panic I tried to start up the chainsaw. Linda tore down the door, I tried fighting her. I was no match for Deadite strength. She bit my right hand, it festered with puss and my veins turned icy black. I swung a left hook, broke her jaw. "Take that bitch!" She hit the ground with a thud. Being unconscious, I put her head in a vice and cut it, Straight down the middle of her skull a black tar like substance oozed out. (2 hours later) after rushing in the cabin and searching for ammo, I grabbed that foul book, looking for a way to fix my hand. "Fucking Deadite whore!" I knew there was only one option. I had the cut off my hand, before the disease spread any further. I grabbed the chainsaw and began to cut away. I was laughing insanely as I cut through my flesh and bone. Blood splattered on my face and in my mouth. I had cut through my hand, I proceeded to walk to the wash room and cover it up with ass wipe. Once I returned to the living room I began to modify my weapons, so that my handicap would be accessible by them. (30 minuets later) I packed my bags and got the fuck outta that cabin. I took the book and whatever I could find for weapons with me. I seated myself in my convertible and drove off. Just before reaching a bridge, a red portal appeared. Sucking me In...
