WILD YUNK WEST
The Western That Became a YUNKstern
By: @gardengirlcanada @shyam.aadireddy @saywha @chiefmappster @clevercreator @jbcoin @satchmo
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"All aboard!!" The train conducter, Shouts as the loud whistling of the steem engine sees the train ease out of the old junction. The train is packed with workers and rail equipment, but it is also transporting the cash supply and rail road bonds to the new office.
The train roars through the pristine forests and into the plains, just about half way there. The train is quiet, half the folks riding are workings that can't help but rest their eyes. "That is up until the tracks get blown out by a keg a dynamite, boys," explains WILLIAM (29) tracing his finger on a rough map of the trains route."
"Now lets giddy on up and get that money!" William shouts as in one smooth motion he swings himself up onto his horse, pulls his bandanna up to cover his face and kicks the horse into gallop.
Along the harsh brush filled trail they rode, until they came to a junction of sorts, and were met by a small crew of men, fixing a few rusted spikes on the track. The two groups of men exchanged pleasantries and were on the path once again.
The smell of smoke was getting stronger as they approached a rock filled embankment they had to navigate to reach their destination, the train. The horses took slow and short steps to maneuver around the boulders. Once they had reached the top, they had plain sight of the train and the destruction that lay ahead of it. Smoke billowing out of several train cars as the all important money train lay strewn across the landscape.
getting closer to the money train, William and their band were getting really excited, but little did they knew the train they were after, was not just carrying money, but also moving an evil spirit to a secluded place far away from the trace of human existence.
As they approach the train they, they smell it. A smell they would not soon forget. The smell of Yunk, the spirit aboard the train. Yunk had been locked away for years in this host body keeping the mortal barely alive long past the typical human lifespan. It had remained in this body for One hundred and forty six years, two hundred and sixty nine days locked in this god forsaken crate. Yunk was counting the days until he could be released and finish what he started. Yunk was sick of the host bodies stench, it was unbearable... but then he heard them coming... finally... a new host....
Getting closer to the doing the wrong thing never felt so right. William is about to press the button to blow up the rest of the track when Yunk lays out a loud chuckle.
"Hey YUNK, I'm about to press the button..."
And then yunk died a gruesome death.
But little did they know....Yunk was a ZOMBIE. After 30 seconds of non-movement, Yunk's eyes fluttered and in one swift roundhouse swipe, he tore out the throat of a nearby passenger. #Yunk lept to the ceiling and crab-walked towards the caboose, shattering glass and ripping steel. Intent on being free to roam the open range....
Fin