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  • Part 3

  • 11:09:59 pm on November 5, 2009 | # | 45

    With his bounty swinging in his hand by his side, John walks back to his vehicle; a rusted hulk of a dump truck. He opens the door to the truck and hops in, tossing the bag on the passenger seat. A push button dangles from some wires hanging under the dashboard. John presses it and the engine cranks over with an angry diesel growl. Black smoke belches from two makeshift copper exhaust pipes mounted to each side of the cab. With the truck idling, he hops out of the cab and walks to the back of the truck.

    Mounted to the back of the truck is a modified conveyor belt that runs up to the top of the trucks bin. What makes this conveyor belt vastly different from any other was that instead of the usual reinforced rubber belt, there were two steel chains. Welded to the chains at every sixth link is a razor sharp steel meat hook. John presses a button on the machine and it comes to life with a metallic squeal. Scraps of dank fabric and dead skin cling to the hooks as they travel to the top of the truck and back down again. He adjusts a few controls and gets the conveyor up to speed.

    Strapped to the side of the truck are a couple large hay hooks. John unclips them from their holders and balances one in each hand. He takes a couple practice swipes at the air then heads towards the church.

    The rotting clergyman snaps at the hay hook just before it buries itself under his jaw. John drags the body through the hole in the churches wall and out across the churches yard.

    Outside, the truck vibrates as the engine idles and the conveyor of meat hooks race to the top of truck in a silver blur. John drags the hooked corpse to the back of the truck and throws it on the conveyor. The hooks snag the body and drag it to the top, tossing it in the bin of the truck.

    The zombie that was hanging from the cross now crawls across the churchyard towards John, the severed cross dragging in the dirt behind it. When it is within kicking distance, he hooks it in the back of the head. He swings his other hook with expert precision, plunging into its lower abdomen and hooking it through the pelvis. He drags the thing back to the truck where it joins the clergyman.

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