a month had passed since gar and xombie became friends. though the conversation was simply a repetition of gar declaring to xombie that she wasnt meat, and xombie delcalring he knew that. it was benificial to both of them. xombie provided protect from the other undead, by talking to them in terms there one track minds could understand, and gar didnt kill him. which he  was very happy about, and took every delight in reminding her of this. but gar couldnt shake the feeling that the cemetery was populated with more then the shambling undead, occianals exploding tombstones, and cynical rasist ghosts. but there was something more sinister that she couldnt put her feeling on.

she simply brushed it off as xombie being more creepy then usual. "xombie have question for gar." the zombie stated simply, when gar gave him the go ahead, he more the happily asked away. "what having pulse feel like? xombie not know this, because... xombie zombie. xombie not gar." gar thought as hard as she could about the subject, which, in terms of there intelligence level, was more deep and intellectual then either of them could have ever thought of answers for. but she tried her best. "gar have pulse... being like zombie eating meat. it make gar happy!" this of course was the end of that deep soul searching conversation when a creature composed of many zombies grabbing onto one another, ripped through the ground like wet paper towels. 

it ogt stuck half way through, because apparently, there WERE wet paper towels all around it. "i... crave... meat." it said slowly, the creatures collective brain power putting him at a third grade speaking level. "i would like to eat you gar, for your tender muscles, filled with vibrant and delicious protiens and nutrients, would provided me with a temporary release from this dastardly hunger." ok... a university speaking level. gar responded the best way she could against this new enemy. 

"GAR NOT MEAT! GAR GAR!" she screamed in his face, slightly unaware that his multi zombie like arms were slowly closing the distance between themselves and her. "well, i do see to think otherwise gar, its not as if your stupified friend over there has either the will, nor the strength to stop me from ingesting you bit by bit. now do you my detiorating denizen?" xombie looked up with a little anger in his eye, because the other one fell out a few weeks ago and he couldnt find it. "xombie not stupified. xombie thinking of way to run far from you. heap useless zombie. you not able to get out ground. GAR! follow xombie fast fast!" xombie called out to gar as she slipped between the creatures grasp and darted in xombies direction. 

"i dare say that you will never exit this infinite resting place of the deceased! my bretheren shall render you muscle from bone! and then i shall feast upon your remains through the memory of thier experiences!" the creature fell apart as its body was combosed of several corpses that seemed to be able to  join together at random. the only thing that seemed to be able to move them all was a decapitated head with its facial bones partially showing. "GET THEM! ILL FEAST UPON THIER STILL BLEEDING REMAINS IF ITS THE LAST THING I ACCOMPLISH!"

his small undead army sunk into the ground and tunneled in various directions, each hoping to appease thier leader in its own way.

gar and xombie tromped southward as far and as fast as thier legs would cary them. it would be a long night, and they had a lot of ground to cover with what little precious time they had.