Page 38 of Spice's Halloween

“Warden. Ain’t that a coffin?” Wyvern asked, leaning forward.

“We’ve not gone deep enough for a casket,” I stated, frowning, as Wyvern scrapped his shovel along something.

“Well, Prez. This is a damn casket,” Griffin replied.

“What?” I demanded, puzzled. The screams were getting louder, and it sounded like chaos was breaking open. We’d only dug two feet down, and there’s no way we should have hit a coffin.

A scraping and creaking noise broke into my thoughts. We looked down, confused, as the lid popped open.

“Tell me that’s my imagination,” Noble demanded.

“Yup, and tell me they are too!” Kosmic cried, and I turned and saw shuffling figures appearing from behind gravestones. The coffin lid lifted, and a hand appeared, bony fingers searching for something.

“Zombie’s ain’t real!” I snarled.

“Explain that!” Wyvern exclaimed.

A figure ran through the zombies, screaming at the top of her lungs, and my sister crashed into Griffin and sent him toppling into the hole we’d dug. Rosalea took one look at the coffin and screamed and climbed onto Kosmic’s back and clung to him.

“Why the fuck are you here?” I demanded, shaken.

Griffin screeched from the grave, and I glanced down and saw him fighting a skeleton. Bones and ooze were flying everywhere, and I shook my head.

Noble began heaving as he was splattered with something, and I winced.

“Get Griffin out of there!” I ordered as I pulled a gun. Before I could take aim and shoot, Iona crashed into me, screaming, and climbed me, burying her head in my neck. Lindy came out of nowhere and joined the chaos.

Griffin was having full-on hysterics now as he was covered in gunk, and Noble was retching to one side. Suddenly, I saw a flare of fire, and Vogue screamed as her team raced to join us.

“Rats!” Vogue yelled, wild-eyed.

“Zombies!” Wyvern bellowed back.

“Fuck!” Vogue screamed.

Chaos ensued as the teams all came racing towards us. Dynamo ran straight into Noble and sent him down into the still-moving mass of bones and gunk. Noble screeched, and I shook my head. My MC was losing their heads all around me.

A terrifying vision of a ghost swooped as Undertaker, Dare, and Rook appeared. Dare spotted Noble in the hole, climbed Undertaker’s back and held on tightly, choking my VP.

“Noble’s a zombie! Aim at him!” she yelled at Vogue.

Vogue spun her hands ablaze, and I knocked them down before she could toast our Tail Gunner.

“Noble’s not a zombie!” I shouted.

“He’s in a grave!” my freaked-out Enforcer screeched.

“Rats!” Priest cried and, running backwards, tripped and landed on top of Noble, who shrieked, and the two of them began fighting.

“Will you all shut up?” I bellowed, and silence fell. As I turned to face the zombies, I discovered they’d disappeared.

“What the fuck is happening?” I demanded and heard a giggle.

I twisted my neck and found Lindy grinning. Then I dropped my head in my hands.

Fireworks lit the sky, spelling, ‘Happy Halloween, Fuckers!’

“The Old Timers!” I groaned as my club began to calm down and realise what was going on.

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