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Seth was on patrol like he was most days now. It was Fall and the trees had changed colors. Many of them were completely bare by now. Seth always loved this time of year for its beauty, but at the same he always hated it because the leaves on the ground made it very difficult to be quiet. Not to mention all forms of camouflage are rendered useless by the bright colors of the leaves. Most of that didn't matter now though because of the camouflage spell he has cast on him whenever he is on patrol.

After walking around for a while, Seth felt he should get up in a tree to get a better view. Then he remembered he hadn't been able to successfully climb a tree with his prosthetic leg even once. He made a mental note that he should make a modification so climbing is possible again. For now he simple continued walking.

Seth was just finishing a thought about making a modification to his spring-loaded sleeve-hidden revolver when he heard a noise off in the distance. He brought his rifle to the ready and set out to fine the cause of the noise. He had no idea what to expect, it didn't sound like anything he had ever heard in his time alone. As he walked forward cautiously, Seth could see a clearing up ahead. When he got to the clearing he understood why he didn't recognize the noise: this wasn't the forest anymore. What he found was a bombed out town. There was nothing left but the foundations of the houses and massive piles of rubble. It wouldn't even be worth his time to scavenge through the rubble.

As he was turning to leave however Seth heard the noise again, and it was much closer. This time it almost sounded like something wet slapping against a hard surface. He didn't exactly know why, but Seth was starting to get a feeling of anxiety, almost a feeling of fear. He also noticed that it had gotten a good bit cooler out. As he passed the remains of house after house the noise got louder and louder. It had to be at the next crossroad.

Finally, Seth had reached what he believed to be the ruins of the house that the noise was coming from. This particular house had fared a bit better that the others: there were still a few wall standing. He propped up against the wall before sweeping around the corner, rifle drawn. There, about ten feet away, was a small human girl in tattered clothes, a teddy bear in her left hand. Her other hand was banging on the remains of the door. Seth lowered his rifle.

"Little girl, are you...."

Before Seth could finish his sentence the girl turned to face him. Only then did he see that the right side of her face had rotted away. He jaw was only being held in by the left side of her face. The whole front of her shirt was soaked in blood. As Seth took an unconscious step backwards, the girl let out an un-godly scream. It was ear shattering. Without even thinking, Seth turned and ran. He was running through the same way he came in, but quickly got disoriented by the fog that had rolled in from the forest. He could hear things moving around him in the fog, and they were getting closer.

A man missing his arm from the elbow down and a massive hole in his chest burst through the fog and tackled Seth to the ground. Seth used the man's momentum to his advantage and kicked him off before returning to his feet in one fluid motion, the man landed on his back a few feet away. Seth leveled his rifle and fired round into the man's chest, undoubtedly destroying his heart. But to Seth's amazement, the man rolled over and got on his feet like nothing even happened. Seth fired three more times: the first two had no effect at all, but the third one hit square in the center of his head. The man dropped like a bag of rocks.

"Alright, shoot them in the head, got it." Seth said to himself.

The sound of running feet were approaching from behind fast. Seth spun around and dropped to one kneed while taking aim in one motion. Three more people, two men and a woman, all in no better shape than the others, came barreling through the fog. He dropped them all with one shot each. There momentum caused them to hit the ground and slide past Seth on either side. He could hear more approaching quickly.

"Time to go." Seth said under his breath.

He turned and ran in the only direction that didn't sound like a parade of feet running towards him. Despite his speed, the noise wasn't getting any further away. He soon could see the edge of the forest and a Seth felt a flicker of hope. But as he took the next stride he found that the ground wasn't there. This was of course not the case because he found the ground with his arms and face soon after. Instead, he found that his leg had come off. Looking behind him he saw a hand sticking out of the ground gripping his prosthetic leg. It was soon joined by another hand, then another, and another. Soon several corpses were pulling themselves out of the ground. Seth shot them while trying to move back. His back hit a tree and he managed to stand up only to find the runners had joined in. He raised his rifle and it was smacked out of his hand by another one to his right. Seth deployed his sleeve revolver and shot that one point blank, as well as five others that were approaching. His rifle was out of reach and he didn't have time to reload his pistol. Seth grabbed his father's magnum from the shoulder holster under his coat. He lined up the sights with a corpse that was limping towards him. When he pulled the trigger a tremendous bang rung out. The corpse's head simply disappeared in a cloud of red mist. As he fell, Seth saw that the one behind him also had a hole the size of his fist through his head.

No time to be impressed though. "I need my rifle, I need my le-" Seth was tackled to the ground mid sentence by a rotting woman whose head disappeared shortly after. As he rolled over and sat up, Seth could see the shear mob of corpses running towards him.

'Not good...' he thought to himself as he took aim again. 'Only four shots left...'

He tried his best to get to his feet, but only managed to get onto his knees before they were on top of him. He dropped nine of them with the remaining shots before dropping the hand cannon and pulling his combat knife. He drove the blade into the skull of the first one that reached him and it got stuck. It didn't matter though because he was tackled to the ground by three others. Soon they were all on him and it was a buffet. Seth screamed as they tore at his flesh. His vision lost color, then focus, and everything got very quiet. Before everything went black, Seth saw one move in close to his face. As he on the verge of death, he heard it whisper in his ear, "Happy All Hallows' Eve."

Seth's eyes shot open and sat bolt upright, flinging his blanket off in the process. He was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. He looked around his tent and saw nothing but a sliver of light seeping in through the door flaps. He exhaled heavily and closed his eyes trying to calm himself. He got up and got dressed before heading out. He would never tell this dream to anyone.