What the Wind Hides
‘That guy’ being the man at the bar with the odd cologne who told him about the long forgotten graveyard that had been exposed partly in the rainstorms a couple weeks ago. None of his friends had believe the story, but the stranger had sounded so sure of what he said. “Why would someone make that up?” Ray had argued, but to no avail. His friends still didn’t buy it and refused to come along.
After a good downpour again last night, Ray couldn’t help himself. He planned, sort of. He made sure he had fresh batteries for his flashlight, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a backpack to store whatever he found.
“Who’s there?” asked Ray, stopping and shining his flashlight around. No one was there, but his light flashed across what looked like something between a corpse and a skeleton. “Now that’s what a zombie should look like,” he said aloud. A closer look, revealed no jewelry, though. “Dammit! Well, I’m done with this crap.”
Looking across the field, into the wind, Ray paused to light another cigarette before starting back. He had to turn away and hunch over a bit to protect the flame from the wind. Just as the cigarette caught, the wind died down, revealing a stagnant, earthy smell. There was something else mixed into that smell, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Moving back across the field, Ray silently berated himself for being tricked into coming out here while his brain kept going to the smell in the air. Movement to the side caught his attention and he turned to see something standing up, along with the hairs on the back of his neck. About the time his light hit the figure, his brain made the connection to the other smell: decay.
As more corpses began standing up in the field, Ray began screaming, a sound squelched by the wind that began howling across the field again.