Skellocalypse Now

For years, scientists had predicted it. Now there was no denying its reality. The Skellocalypse was at hand. As we gazed out upon the cemetery from inside the boarded up church, one grave after another succumbed to its effects.

First the soil would churn and boil like liquid. Then a fully articulated skeleton would pop out and amble off on the direction of the nearby hardware or sporting goods store. Some malign instinct drove them to arm themselves with whatever primitive weapon they could wrap their bony fingers around. Sometimes it was a tire iron; sometimes a baseball bat or crossbow. Never a gun, for some reason. Often a trash can lid would serve as a shield for the off hand. Then the damned creature would set about slaying any who crossed its path.

They were skilled combatants and much tougher than they looked. Hits which should have broken their bones would cause them to simply fly apart and then reassemble as if by some infernal cartoon magic. Particularly devestating blows could hurt them, whereupon they would jettison the damaged parts and fuse the remainder to one of their brethren. Abominations formed from two or more damaged or incomplete skeletons made for fearsome if bizarre foes.

The skeletons have as yet made no attempt to violate our sanctuary. Are they repelled by its sanctity, or have they yet to realize our presence within? For now, we can only wait and OH GOD THEY'RE BREAKING IN WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN

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Credited to TimeCrab3000 

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