Dia De Los Muertos - Part 2
Wolves howl at a cloudy moon as a stiff wind comes barrelling across the land. Crows cry in distress.
Faintly, the sound of scraping earth. A gnarled hand bursts from the ground.
Pulling itself up out of the hole and taking their first breathes again.
Hoarse and life giving, the air fills lungs that haven’t worked in years.
A passionate cry lets loose from deep inside them as they howl at the moon, awakened.
Gun in hand, they rise to their feet. The sound of celebration in the distance. The warm glow of a town in the trees.
One foot in front of the other, he stalks forward; a little smile upon his lips.
“Show me the way to go home..” he sings. His footsteps drunken and unnatural “I’m tired and I want to go bed. I had a little drink about an hour ago and it got right to my head.” Laughing, he continues his haunted song as thunder rolls in the distance, and the town gets ever closer.
Fireworks burst in the air and drums beat. The city alive with revelry and celebration.
Revelers in costumes and make-up celebrate Dia De Los Muertos.
Candles and shrines for loved ones adorn the streets.
Beautiful flowers of orange, red, yellow, and gold.
A woman in a red dress and skull with sad eyes painted across her face
A bar is in full swing as someone is tossed out of a glass window, landing hard in the dirt.
“Next rounds on me!” Shouts a patron to a resounding cheer.
“Hey!” Shouts someone standing on a table, drink in hand, and a big smile on their face “Fight!” And everyone immediately starts beating the shit out of each other. Just a sea of punches and flying beer.
Bartender grabbing one beer after another and smashing them on peoples heads indiscriminately.
“Hey!” Shouts the same guy, standing up on table once more; Bloody nose and missing teeth. Big smile. “Drink!” And everyone immediately cheers and drinks.
People pick themselves up off the floor and shake hands, dazed. The music resumes, and people go back to having a good time.
“Bars are fun” says a man relaxing.
“I punched that guy in the back of the head” she says pointing at a guy walking around dazed, as someone hands him a beer and he cheers with a smile.
The double doors to the bar swing open and closed again, but no one takes notice, bouncing back in again into alignment.
“I’m not proud of it, but I did it” she says, resolutely.
Slowly, the bar quiets, and all heads turn toward the door.
“My my…My eyes haven’t seen such a sight in many a year” his eyes, dull and rotted. He takes one step forward, his foot half gone.
“So many… faces. Of familiarity.” He says, running a finger along a man’s jaw seductively, who shirks away.
“Though far too few to satisfy my thirst” he says, taking a glass and drinking the entire contents. Each gulp sending the liquid spilling out of the many holes in his neck and body.
“Too many missing... Aint that right, Mr. Creedy?” He calls to him. “You were there… you were all there” he says looking about the room. “Though some of you may have played a bigger hand than most.. Claire? You remember..” he says, with a smile.
“Let’s settle down mister” says a Patron and the awakened man immediately bites him on the neck and the bar erupts into chaos. Gunfire and shouts fill the air for miles around. Slowly, a little flame on the horizon as the bar alights. The town lightly glowing from the flames.