Blood moon and the Living Dead

The moon rose in the night sky. The crimson shade, as of  blood began to drape its glowing  features. The stench if decay filled the air, as the undead awoke and pushed through the wormy soil. The undead no more than leathered flesh streched over bone. Large mouth streched wide. A demonic hum arouse, and out poured plague wasps! Catalina Rose had seen this event all to often. With gun and blade she began tonight's grizzly work!