The Voice of The RiverBoat ManWoman

BoomFuzzy's hands trembled as he adjusted the cooking pot. The sweet aroma of lobster rolls filled the air. 

Then, from the shadows, a voice - low, distorted - whispered: 

"We are coming, Gwallmaiic." 

He froze. 

"Your soul is ours. Come back to us Gwallmaiic."

The lobster stew splattered onto the fire. 

"Not again," he muttered, his silver eyes scanning the food truck. 

"Unicorn?" Quaraun approached, but BoomFuzzy could only stare at the darkened doorway. "What is it?"

"The Swamp of Death. It's found me again."

"Come back to us Gwallmaiic. You cannot run from us forever."

The words had come from the empty night. 

The zombies weren't his only concern anymore.

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