Þetta er reyndar bara fyrsti kafli á sögu sem ég byrjaði á að skrifa einn dagin þegar mér leiddist…sum ykkar kannast kaskki eikkað við þetta,


Stanley Brimstone stared at the as it seemed endless road, he had been driving for 3 straigt hours now and was getting pretty tired. But he knew that he was near this small town that he could sleep over the night and get something to eat, he was really hungry and the clock was a quarter to ten. He listend to some redneck country stadion and was already dreaming about the warm bed and hot meal that was waiting for him in that town…he tried to remember the name of the town but it was just lost in his head…he was thinkin about it and not really paying attendion to the road when suddenly he saw something lying on the road. He put his foot down on the brake as hard as he could an almost lost controll of the car but fortunally he managed to stop in time and not hitting that thing on the road. He stepped out of the car and walked to the body..at least it looked like a body to him. He stood above the body which was laying on its stomack. He put its finger on the neckvain an found that it was cold and there was no pulse, damn he thought…probably a hit and run, he turned the body around and frose at the sight. His heart stopped for about a 4 seconds and he backed away. “Wha..what the HELL is this” he panicly muttered. The face of the body, which was of a young man, probably about 20-25,..was just…gone…nothing left but the bare skull and an eyeball which stared at him in a horrifying way..then he saw that the stomach was gone and had been replaced by a big hole…and the smell was horrible. He helt for his mouth and suddenly he was not hungry at all anymore. He said to himself that this was definitly no hit and run..and the really odd thing was that he was on a road that was quite much travelled becouse it let to Racoon city which was a medium sized town and had much traffic in and out of it, and this body judging by the smell was at least a day old…“why had nobody touch´d it yeat” he wondered. He looked again and had now gotten his stomack to settle down, now he looked closely and noticed that there were bitemarks all over the body. What kind of an animal could have done this he said to himself, a bear would not have eaten the face like that and the bitemarks are much to small…they are almost as is….human. No he thought to himself…that just happens in the movies, he remembered old movies of warewolfs and space monsters and a chill came to him. He just stood there in disbelief and stared at the mutaleted body and wondered whar the hell had happened when he heard a low groin in the shadow of the trees. He turned his head and tried to peer hes head in the dark patch og wood and yealled “who is there, are u ok” He got nothing back but another groin and low thump like something was limping towards him. “Ughhh” There it was again..and the sound of many thumps. “What is this” he thought to himself, he decidet to get his gun so he ran to the car and got it out of the glovebox. But when he was loading it he sensed something behind him, he clicked the magasine in and turned around. What he saw almost gave him a heartattack,