Michael Cole fell on both his knees, he wept and yelled and screamed in pure agony. It was one of those silent screams… a slow-motion frame a soundless cry, pain with no sound and then…it erupted. Shots rang out from every direction, black tentacles oozed, slithered and gripped individuals by their throats, limbs anything the slimy appendage can attach itself to. The purgatory creatures that flew beyond our clouds had perched themselves atop the V…O…A…TOWER/ VENGEANCE OF APOCALYPSE.
It was as if…a symphony of horror had begun to play its ominous tone, the undead roamed the streets of Advanced, Florida as the V…O…A…Tower bulged from the soil. There was not a single soul left alive, the city belonged to the undead now. The perfect location for the dark tower to thrive. At the farmhouse the
