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slipped on the mess; it could end up like Powderkeg all over again, maybe worse.          
    Perhaps the feelings of ill ease Seth was troubled with earlier were in some way a harbinger of this, something bad arising from the gory innards being tossed with gleeful abandon by the Undead Fleshcrave sickos into the pit.          
    That portentous sensation hadn't departed yet either, and seeing the flailing entrails, a sickly mist showering in the air and the security doing jackshit about it enhanced them. Though he hadn't seen anything more of Baron or his buddies, he hadn't caught a glimpse of his own absent friends either, nor had he spied Black and his associates since the group separated.          
    The crowd all around him and his friends didn't make it easy either, jostling against them as they writhed and moshed to the music.          
    Even though Seth and co. were well back from the stage, it was still getting pretty crazy there too. The best bet might even be to abscond right out of the room, watch the remainder of the concert from the vantage points outside. They would be free of the crush, away from the pervading rotten meat stench, hopefully out of harm’s way.          
    Unfortunately, their friends wouldn't be.          
    With the buckets emptied, the couple who'd cast the awful mix into the hordes retrieved their instruments to complete the track, appropriately enough entitled 'Scattered Meat Smorgasbord' finishing with an emphatic clatter of cymbals and a belching grunt from SamEdi.          
    The lights dimmed down drastically, leaving just one spooky spotlight glow centred on the frontman’s leering mess-streaked visage.

 
     
    CHAPTER THREE-PIT OF ZOMBIES
     
    An eerie silence descended in tandem with the darkening of the room, a formerly brain damaging crescendo of raucous cacophony dying away to nothingness as the light pinpointed SamEdi's gruesomely decorated face.          
    Those bemoaning the fact they'd been rudely splattered with unidentified segments of raw meat, or even any sickly rejoicing in it, were quiet as the freakish frontman commanded attention.          
    Seth felt a chill steal over him, goose bumps tickling his flesh, and the feeling writhing deep in the pit of his stomach intensified as he watched the Undead Fleshcraver survey the crowd, his maniacal eyes slithering around the packed out venue.          
    Then he spoke, his voice rumbling into the void of silence.         
    His speaking tones were almost identical to those he used to belch out his bloodthirsty violent song lyrics, a deep dark growl that sounded as if it had been cultivated somewhere below layers of sedimentary rocks.          
    "So everyone here, of course, should be aware that the Undead Fleshcrave have promised that the town of Armada has a massive surprise in store for them tonight. Who is aware of that? Who has been looking forward to that promise?"          
    SamEdi had barely finished the query before noise erupted again from the crowd, a cavalcade of cheers, whoops and whistles, punctuated by clapping or banging as people thumped excited fists against barricades or just whatever was handy.          
    The frontman held up the hand he wasn't throttling his microphone with and bloody fluid sluiced off it as he did so, dropping out of the circle of light highlighting his face and into the dark.          
    Dutifully, the crowd eventually obliged his request for silence again and a bubbling chuckle issued from SamEdi. It sounded malevolent and unpleasant to Seth, and didn’t allay his feelings of consternation at all.           He squeezed Julietta's hand and she squeezed back.          
    He had the irrational― or was it? —desire to drag her and the rest of his assembled friends the hell out of there.          
    For whatever reason, he