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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4998910" data-attributes="member: 3285">Landscrapes: Part 3 – "Work Shed"The equipment shed was cluttered and dirty, filled with agricultural tools and implements. A gasoline-powered electrical generator supplied emergency power to the house."Weed killer," said Jim-Bean, pointing at one of the many containers in the work shed. A humanoid form silhouetted the entryway to the shed. But it was not a human being – not anymore. What was once the corpse of a youth was now a mess of living red creepers that sprouted from his rotting body, his guts, his mouth, and his eyes. Jim-Bean fired a spray of bullets into the dead kid's plant-inhabited corpse.  It reached upwards, tendrils stretching and gripping, and then it was gone."What the hell was that?" asked Hammer."Steven Tagget, I'm guessing," said Jim-Bean. "I don't think we're going to find Finley here."The roof thunked as the Tagget-thing clambered around on the shed.Hammer pointed both pistols at the ceiling.  "No, Hammer, wait—" Hammer sprayed the ceiling with gunfire.The thin shed roof, already straining under the weight of a body, collapsed.  Hammer and Jim-Bean fell backwards under the debris.The Tagget-thing rose up out of the wreckage, its expressionless red visage awful in the beam of sunlight from above.  It turned and grabbed two sickles off a nearby rack.Hammer rolled to his feet outside of the shed.  "It can use tools?"Jim-Bean, trapped on the other side with Tagget blocking the doorway, danced backwards as two sickle swipes narrowly missed his face.  Spotting an opening, Jim-Bean shoved his Glock up against the things torso and emptied the chamber.The Tagget-thing stumbled backwards a few feet, the barrage powerful enough to blow a hole in its ribcage. Jerking itself forward again on numb legs, it relentlessly advanced on Jim-Bean.The Tagget-thing's head exploded in a cloud of red spores.  It fell face forward in front of Jim-Bean.  Behind it, several yards away, Hammer lowered his rifle. "Did you see that?" shouted Jim-Bean."What?" "Goo.  Red goo."  Jim-Bean craned his neck to look, spotted the fast-moving blob and pointed.  "There! It's coming your way."Hammer lowered his rifle and drew his pistols. By the time Hammer's weapons were at the ready, a mound of dirt and twitching grass burrowed a path right between his legs and blazed a trail into a copse of trees behind him.He spun at the sound of cracking wood, prepared to dodge aside should a tree fall on him. But then the sun was blotted out by the shadow of something huge.Hammer looked up in awe.  "You've got to be kidding me."</blockquote>

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