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| Samuel Greens and The Zombie Legend : Part III | |
| By Harrywilo | ||||||
| 20 March 2007 | ||||||
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Perhaps this story should be in 'extended', but it hasn't got so much attention in there. I might start posting them in there after this one; maybe an omnibus edition...? Greens and Denmoor stood at the swamp in the woods. They had eventually found Greens’ keys, down the back of the sofa. It was a great mystery to Denmoor, how Greens could solve the most complicated investigation, yet he was always losing his keys. A Detective, who can never find his keys…the thought of this always made him smile, even at his most down times. He watched, with genuine interest, as Greens crouched down at the swamp and looked at it, rubbing his bearded chin in thought. Billion’s body had been moved already and the police were long gone; there was an eerie silence around them. There wasn’t going to be any dog walkers past here for a while yet. Greens stood up, a frown on his face. “Hmm. What puzzles me slightly, is how these killers expect to kill anyone else over the coming month.” “What do you mean?” “It is quite simple, my dear Denmoor.” Although quite patronising, Denmoor knew that was just Greens’ way. Greens hobbled past, now with the help of a walking stick, which he hated. “Who is going to walk past here at midnight, now? People are going to avoid it throughout this month at any time of the day, so they have no bloody chance of anyone being anywhere near the place at midnight.” Denmoor nodded slowly; “I suppose you’re right.” Greens turned back round. “So, either they are very stupid, or they are very clever. Or, perhaps, it was even a one off.” “ ‘They’? You don’t think it might be just one person?” “You know me, Denmoor; I know nothing is ever certain, until it is proven, but I doubt it was just one person who did this; especially if it is an elaborate plan for something big on the 31st.” “You seem to have resigned yourself to it been humans.” “So you think it is zombies?” “Well, I suppose not, but it hasn’t been proven otherwise, so going by your own theory-“ “It is a possibility; however, it is buried deep in the back of my mind…” He looked past Denmoor and frowned in interested confusion, before walking over towards an impressive oak tree that stood near the cemetery’s entrance. “…I have enough demons in my past, without adding more.” Denmoor began following him over to the tree. Greens had noticed that there was a significant gash in the tree’s bark, as if something had been scrapped across it. Denmoor watched, as he ran his fingers across it, carefully. “That could be nothing,” he told Greens. “Hmm.” Greens stood up straight again and without looking at him, said: “Then again, Mortimer; it could be everything.” He began walking towards the cemetery’s open gates, looking at the floor carefully, nodding to himself every now and then. Denmoor caught up with him at the gates. “Found anything of interest?” he asked him. “Perhaps,” Greens answered, absent-mindedly. He looked up, his face concentrated in thought. “Ah, yes.” He hobbled towards a grave; it had caught his eye, because of its loose soil. However, it was the headstone, which turned out to be more intriguing. Denmoor sauntered over, casually. “Oh, I see; the grave has been dug up recently. What do you think that mea-” he looked at the headstone. “Uh oh.” The headstone read: Samuel Greens April 1961 – October 31st 2007
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