The pair of knights hurried along a dark hallway, with their metal feet squeaking on the laminated factory flooring. They almost stumbled over each other stopping at the opening ripped into the building. A cold wind blew in from outside. A monochrome color lit the debris that both men stood on. The destroyed wall under their feet led to a path climbing a small hill.

“Follow this explosion?”

“I’d say so chief” said Vito, peeking out.

“I knew this place was dark but now we can’t even receive color any more,” said Mooseman.

“Well, it doesn't look like another place full of more ghouls to kill yet, let's find the king” replied Vito, heading up the path.

“Gulp, maybe this is already his final resting place, and soon to be ours” murmured Mooseman.

“Let’s sneak around. Try to find that tower that collapsed with the King on the roof that we saw in the footage” said Vito.

“Yup this is also the only path going forward” boomed Mooseman.

“OK boss, now keep the sound low” scolded Vito.

They crept outside the relative safety of the factory Wall. A row of fresh burials behind small crystal deposits welcomed them to the area. A place of only black, and white light. A single moon somehow hanging in the core of the planet cast into the cave through a hole in the ceiling. An amplified cackle rattled the massive cavern. From the buried soil of unmarked graves hands slowly rose unsoiled buried bodies. A dead knight pulled itself from an unmarked plot next to their feet.

“Ahh they've been raised by that witch!” yelled Vito, as a zombie grabbed at his armor.

The creature tried to bite, but he held it back with both hands. Mooseman stood behind trying to aim his shotgun without double tapping his friend. Vito continued to struggle in close quarters with the creature that towered over head.

“A little help here bash the thing man!” he screamed.

Mooseman stood thinking for a split second before it hit him what he was supposed to do. He turned the weapon and started bashing the zombies head. He hit, and hit stunning the creature from immediate attack. Vito was able to wriggle free. He struggled backwards off balance, before pulling his blade forward as a counterbalance. The zombie had turned its focus onto the other knight. Vito charged, and swung. The dead half helmeted head bent sideways half chopped by sword. Vito grunted and struggled to free the weapon while the creature was confused. He started kicking the meatbag in the back with equal amounts of effort. The zombie fell over, while he kept his sword in hand. It was trying to rise again, as it hungrily chomped for a taste of life.

“Crunch!” Two large feet jumped on the head.

Around the two the mob of the walking dead had been continuously unearthing. Every second they were growing closer to being completely surrounded.

“I think we got company,” Vito said.

"Bang!" Replied a shotgun blowing the face off another dead knight attacking.

Growing groans for brains all around them. In addition a massive pack of skeletons blindly wandered between the crypts in the background. They had already begun to splinter apart after being summoned by the witch skeleton Nancy. She had cackled as her troops hunted every crevice. She had to use her zombies for eyesight returning in their meat heads. She could only see one creature's vision at a time. It wasn’t that she was fully controlling them, instead all she could do was mark a general point to swarm. Previously She had directed her dead to climb the tower where Edward, and Ned dueled. She was currently trapped in her carriage driven by the non-responsive dead horses smashing out of control through the grave-sites. She had lost control of everything when the same tower collapsed spooking the horses who continued to throw fits. The speeding carriage of empty coffins couldn’t be stopped.

“Oh Why didn’t I put another corpse in the passenger seat for eyes on the road” she said, slapping her skull repeatedly. “After the Queen killed and disabled me I’ve yet to fully adapt to a blind life among the dead” she hissed “Stop horses you will turn us both to dust”.

The skeleton horses smashed through a brick wall. She had adopted both of them because of a shared bond of having no eyes, but they had proved extremely stubborn, and untrainable. She had managed to find the reigns, and worked to halt them unsuccessfully. “Halt Howard, and Ducky! Why won’t you stop running?” she cried, throwing the reins away.

“Guess I gotta bail, but I'll be bone dust on impact” she said to herself, fumbling around.

Her skeletal fingers searched for the button to recline. She dropped back the seat until hitting coffins stacked in the trunk. She felt for a spare as the cart bounced two and fro. She heard something splinter off to smash somewhere behind the charge. They must have been going past a steep turn because everything aboard was shifting. Nancy grabbed a hold to the handles while riding on top of a coffin. She swung beside it, and threw open the door.

“Bon voyage,” she said, climbing inside.

One hand held the lid, while the other had taken the key from her armor. She unlocked the locks strapping the cargo with chains, and slammed the covers. The dead horses had only increased their pace, and unbeknownst to Nancy straight towards a cliff. They were long out of the graveyard climbing a massive overhanging rock ledge that hung over a void of nothing. The steep incline began to slide the coffins off one at a time out of the carriage. To shake, rattle, and tumble away. Only about half had fallen off the wagon as it barreled over the edge. The dead horses continued to haul the remaining cargo as they fell for eternity.

Meanwhile Mooseman, and Vito were beginning to accept themselves joining the ranks of the army of the dead surrounding them. The end was shambling closer and closer. A hundred of the corpses already lay deposed on the ground in bits and pieces no longer walking. It looked like ten times that number still waiting for a chance to grab a bite to eat. The entire graveyard had risen, and they were going to be the dessert tonight.

“Well it was nice fighting with you until the very bitter end of things buddy” said Vito overwhelmed with targets to attack with his sword.

“Bang, Bang” replied Moosemans broomstick, knocking aside two dozen.

“Let’s go through the path I just cleared” he boomed loudly, while chomping a lit cigar, and loading two more shells.

They sprinted forward, slowed by dodging the hands in the grass grabbing out. The opening in the horde rapidly closed. The steep onto a muddy road filled with holes of black water. A large iron gate opened at the proper cemetery entrance.The skeletons stumbled blindly in every direction in this area. The two knights hastily snuck through the mob of slumbering bones. The zombie knights stumbled from every direction behind filling the road. The armored dead pushed aside anything that clipped them as they swarmed the tombs groaning in frustration, unable to find any food. On the roof of one of the tombs Moosemen, and Vito watched from behind cover.

“Psst Moose that rubble might be where our king lies” whispered Vito, pointing.

Mooseman lay plopped on his stomach twisting out his cigar stump on the granite underneath. “Yup I’d say he’s dead like them ghouls out there alright. No doubt about it” he finished.

Vito sighed. “I think our last option is to find those Elves we saw earlier, and get them to help guide us,” he whispered.

“Or we follow that guy out of here” said Mooseman pointing his stogie at the cave ceiling.

Vito followed him to the shadowy figure swinging high above them. The man swung back and forth gathering momentum. He threw himself through the air before a hook shot to another point stopping his free fall. The shadow swung across the gap in the cavern ceiling leaking moonlight. King Edward, with his old hook retrieved, and upgraded, swung out of the graveyard. He was going to the far side of the massive cavern. He passed the hanging rock of battered coffins around a tree. A path curved into a spiral heading underground. The king swung back and forth until he was hanging still. He unlocked the device attached to his missing hand. It slowly retracted, repelling him to the ground while the hook remained anchored in the rocks above. The king landed on the ground and he jerked his hand to undo the hook in the ceiling. It fell as he slowly started winding the wires back into place.

“It’s good to have you back baby, I missed you so” said Edward, as the hook eventually clicked back into place close to his chest.

The nearby coffin shook and rumbled with vigor. It was wedged between rocks having fallen onto the door. Edward raised his eyebrows and aimed his hook at the commotion.

“A zombie fish in a barrel” he mumbled.

The sound of the zombies was increasingly growing from the graveyard.

“Nah”” he said, shaking his head and turning to leave the area.

The coffin stopped moving behind as he entered a small tunnel providing an exit. Edward would find the way out of this mess to save his kingdom, and whatever remained of his family. He fumbled around in the dark,swiping his crystal cutter in front. It clanged against something dripping water. Edward stopped to take out a secret box from his clothes, and felt himself combining ten matches into a mini torch. He struck a match against the official D.D.P. box. The light was still black and white. The entrance was several steps from him running face first into it.

“Uuuuugh this room better at least have some schlock for me to drink on” cried the King.

He shot the hook blowing open the waterlogged wooden door, and advanced winding the hook as he went. This was a medium chamber that appeared to be a dead end. He threw away the stub of matches burning his five, and only fingers. This was a circular cave chamber was lined with intricate tapestry hung. Two enclosed pits burned magma coating everything in a red hue. In the center is a carved polished stone with three empty holes.

Edward stubbed his foot on something and almost cut himself limping around in pain. He looked down in anger at the culprit three blocks of stone.

"Hmmm" he said, picking up the heavy stone triangle.

He saw a square hole, a round hole, and then the triangle which he inserted. The room rumbled as part of the wall slightly retracted before stopping ⅔ down. He hooked onto the circle rock, and grabbed the square. He put them in their respective holes. With the puzzle solved the wall fell revealing a generic office area. The lights flickered on automatically above. Edward paced back and forth on the laminated tiles looking for clues. The medium room had six rows of three bulky metal desks covered in papers. A single filing cabinet lined the back wall while a single control panel ran the other length. Above the panel full of buttons, nobs, screws, levers, and flashing lights ran a wide window. Behind the window was what looked to be another generic factory setting. Above that window a sign read “Safe Houses and Crystal centers inc”.

“Gosh darn it the core is so corporate” sighed Edward.

The factory viewed from here was nothing, but empty warehouse, with the exception of metal support beams, cobwebs, and some kind of track rail system bolted along. The king raised his hook aiming at the rail outside the glass.

"Well let's see where's this leads" he laughed madly.

“Smash!” said the hook, breaking the window as it was launched.

It shot through the air hooking onto the rail. Edward wound frantically after the hook that was racing away with sparks. The tension immediately pulled tight and he was launched forward after it.. He growled being flung down a dark spooky corridor at high speed. The rail shot over the top of a warehouse composed of many large dark shadows, and silhouettes. He smacked through a rubber blanket and was whipped by cold air. Edward launched into a massive open ice cavern full of tiny homes hanging. Some had lights on, some did not. He rapidly rounded a corner, swung too far and smacked through several icicles.

“Brrrr” said the king covered with snow dust.

Edward sped past identical one door, and windowed boxes after another floating in air. A floating library of 100s of safe houses creaking in the breeze attached to off tracks off the main air rail. He swung around another corner and tried to disconnect his hook to land on a porch. He tried again but it was locked into the rail. He slammed sideways spinning like an out of control top. The hook ground round a bend carrying him inside the depths of another factory area.

“Zzzz” said Mooseman, snoring on the roof of the tomb.

“Man even asleep you risk blowing our cover” whispered Vito, on the roof of the next structure over.

Skeletons shambled around knocking blindly into stones. The zombies groaned, shuffling out of the area. It was almost time to make a run for the king, but that was probably the same place the zombies were going. Little time had passed since they had climbed here to hide, but it already felt like an eternity.

Vito jumped the short gap between roofs landing next to the sleeping knight who’s large gut rumbled. Vito adjusted his slung backpack enough to remove a tin can rectangle. He peeled back the sharp aluminum to reveal fish fillets in mustard juice. The food was exposed below Mooseman’s nose. It immediately caused a drooling reaction, as he bit into the air like a hungry hippo.

“Psst it’s time to wake, gobble this snack, and find the king” said Vito, taking out a fish.

He began to feast. A cold hand grabbed his wrist!

Mooseman snatched the container from Vito, and ate four fish at once. “Thought you would hog all the food when I was sleeping huh?” He loudly questioned.

“Nope, I need to wake you as the corpses have gone, and we still have a king to find,” said Vito, extending a hand. The knight helped pull the other to his feet who was three times as big.

“The skeletons have gone back to bed” said Mooseman looking over the side of the tomb.

“Huh they were just functioning” said Vito, looking around piles of bones littering everywhere. “Let’s tip toe out of here so as not to wake the dead” he finished whispering.

The ground began to loudly rumble, and shake all around.

“Creak.. CRASH!”

The two knights fell through the roof breaking their fall on ceramic urns. The moonlight showed through the broken ceiling where they sprawled in a pile of debris, and ashes. A crystal statue carved in armor watched them from the end of the tomb. They quickly got to their feat, and readied their weapons, as the ground continued to quake. Mooseman charged forward kicking apart the rotten wood boarded across the tomb exit.

They were in one of many tombs circling an empty mound of soil. The skeleton bones rumbled, and bounced towards a central location. A femur jointed into a hundred others while the spines fused into one thick chord. The skulls attached themselves everywhere, laughing from every section of the towering monster. It jerked shedding bone fragments as the mass formed six legs underneath it, and claws. It scuttled sideways like a crab clacking bones. The gravestones disintegrated before the creature toppled a tomb. The sounds continued further away as the creature rampaged. Both knights had hidden behind the exit to the tomb. Vito peeked out.

“I think the coast is clear. That thing is headed in the same direction we saw the king swinging” he whispered.

“Burp.. anyway fuck this place ” replied Mooseman.