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While receiving medical attention and awaiting clearance to return home,
our intrepid heroes noticed something odd.
The many dead who had been recovered from the wreckage of the cruise ship and
surrounding seas simply did not seem content to lie down and be dead. Instead,
they were walking and otherwise seeming quite restless. In fact, they seemed
to be rather determinedly searching for….something. Research into the
phenomenon indicated Voodoo! This evil deed was confirmed when Dexter summoned
a Loa to ride Bart (might not have gotten thumped so much if he'd asked him
first) and temporarily raised a cheerleader from the dead. What they were after
was eventually was revealed to be…Melwinkle! Burned, broken and barely alive,
he'd nonetheless somehow survived the explosion of his shipload of aquatic
monsters. But now he's on the run from hordes of undead who want his hide.
He has no choice but to turn to the people he hates most in the world. He has
a plan to put the zombies back down for good, but in his injured state he needs
the group to lure the zombies to an abandoned fuel depot. Normally unwilling to
help their arch-enemy, our heroes found themselves without other options when
they discovered that the zombies were under the control of Mama Zachariah, who
was hunting Melwinkle for failing her in a social studies class oh so many years
ago. Her dastardly plot revealed, she was unleashing her undead army upon them
as well. The undead, being stupid and all, were easily led to the trap for fiery
destruction. Predictably, Melwinkle had no intention of allowing anyone else to
survive his plot, and trapped our heroes to die with the horde of zombies. Also
predictably, his evil plan was foiled, and the last anyone saw of him was a hand
clenched in fury and rage (and probably a buttload of pain) sinking out of site
in a pool of flaming diesel fuel, thus finally ridding our intrepid band of him
once and for all. After all, no one could have survived that.
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