At the stroke of midnight on All Hallows' Eve, Brooklyn, New York, was bathed in the surreal glow of an supermoon. Its pale radiance turned the city into a realm of enchantment. The crisp autumn breeze carried with it a sense of anticipation for the night.

Brooklyn had undergone a remarkable transformation. Streets, businesses, and homes had become canvases for creative expression. You could find skeletons, zombies, and ghosts lurking around every corner. Intricate spider webs graced walkways, and a multitude of jack-o'-lanterns illuminated the streets, casting a ghostly charm.

The people of Brooklyn fully embraced the Halloween spirit. Folks of all ages paraded through the streets, their costumes rivaling any city. Painted faces and elaborate outfits brought a touch of whimsy to the night. Candy bowls, filled with sweet delights, awaited the eager trick-or-treaters.

In the western part of Brooklyn, Green-Wood Cemetery, typically a place of solemn reflection, took on a different atmosphere. It had become a destination for those seeking a spine-tingling adventure. Candles and jack-o'-lanterns illuminated the resting places of long-forgotten loved ones.
However, in the midst of the cemetery, something mysterious unfolded near a place know as Druids Circle. A group of figures, cloaked in tattered brown robes and with ashen coverd faces gathered. Their eerie chants drew a curious crowd, who thought it was a performance art piece. But then, in an unsettling act of devotion, the group simultaneously revealed daggers from their robes and pierced their own chests. The gasps of the audience filled the night air.

Suddenly, an eerie fog enveloped the cemetery, and the ground trembled. Tombstones shifted, and streetlights flickered and shattered. In mere minutes, terrified screams echoed through the cemetery as graves burst open, mausoleum doors creaked wide, and the reanimated corpses of the deceased clawed their way to the surface. It was a nightmarish scene that defied explanation, and those who witnessed it were left in a state of shock and disbelief as the corpses began to attack the living!

Nicklin had heard about Druids Circle and watched from a far. He was close enough to hear the ramblings yet far enough and disguised to go unnoticed from the gathering crowd.

The screams of happiness as the figures pierced there own skin was unnerving. Nicklin questioned himself. Were these human, was he human?

Under his feet, Nicklin felt the earth tremble, the trees started to uproot, it was a strange feeling. It was time for him to make a sharp move and leave this place. He knew he had to get back to the HQ and seek out DangerClose Gorilla Georgette and Diabolik for this could end up being a totally different war to what we were used too. 

As he left the area he saw a corpse rise from the ground, it was something he had never seen before. Nicklin escaped as quickly as possible

At the stroke of midnight on All Hallows' Eve, Brooklyn, New York, was bathed in the surreal glow of an supermoon. Its pale radiance turned the city into a realm of enchantment. The crisp autumn breeze carried with it a sense of anticipation for the night.

Brooklyn had undergone a remarkable transformation. Streets, businesses, and homes had become canvases for creative expression. You could find skeletons, zombies, and ghosts lurking around every corner. Intricate spider webs graced walkways, and a multitude of jack-o'-lanterns illuminated the streets, casting a ghostly charm.

The people of Brooklyn fully embraced the Halloween spirit. Folks of all ages paraded through the streets, their costumes rivaling any city. Painted faces and elaborate outfits brought a touch of whimsy to the night. Candy bowls, filled with sweet delights, awaited the eager trick-or-treaters.

In the western part of Brooklyn, Green-Wood Cemetery, typically a place of solemn reflection, took on a different atmosphere. It had become a destination for those seeking a spine-tingling adventure. Candles and jack-o'-lanterns illuminated the resting places of long-forgotten loved ones.
However, in the midst of the cemetery, something mysterious unfolded near a place know as Druids Circle. A group of figures, cloaked in tattered brown robes and with ashen coverd faces gathered. Their eerie chants drew a curious crowd, who thought it was a performance art piece. But then, in an unsettling act of devotion, the group simultaneously revealed daggers from their robes and pierced their own chests. The gasps of the audience filled the night air.

Suddenly, an eerie fog enveloped the cemetery, and the ground trembled. Tombstones shifted, and streetlights flickered and shattered. In mere minutes, terrified screams echoed through the cemetery as graves burst open, mausoleum doors creaked wide, and the reanimated corpses of the deceased clawed their way to the surface. It was a nightmarish scene that defied explanation, and those who witnessed it were left in a state of shock and disbelief as the corpses began to attack the living!

Georgette Plunkett-Ernle-Erle-Drax family of Charborough had been sitting at home reading her notes from the business she had conducted throughout the day, as diplomacy never rested. The night was growing late, and with Autumn in full-swing, the small fire burning in the hearth was just enough to keep the woman warm and comfortable inside her space in the Morningwood Headquarters. 

Time passed, and Georgette was not sure how much time had passed, but there was a strange noise outside her window that drew her attention away from her crucial documents and missives regarding international diplomatic affairs, and thus the curious creature that she was, needed to investigate. Grumbling to herself whilst exiting from her blanket cocoon of comfort, she kept hearing the noises getting louder and stranger. 

"Is that... groaning?" she asked the empty room, with no answer aside from additional sounds from outside and a log popping in the fireplace, she put on her brave face and slowly and cautiously crept towards the window. 

The night had obviously turned darker, but the fog that had rolled in over the harbor decided it wanted to travel further inland than it ever had before, creating a foreign landscape outside her window. The moon was nearly full in the sky, making it nearly impossible to see what was happening behind the thin panes of glass in front of her face. 

Wanting to just go back to the work she had started, but the itching curiosity of what could actually be happening right now outside of the safety of Morningwood was getting to her. Mentally Georgette wrestled with the idea of safety vs. adventure, Common sense vs. Frivolity and eventually, her brain said "Fuck it, its Halloween." and so the woman resigned herself to her flights of fancy and put her sensible boots on. 

Opening the door the headquarters she heard the noises, much more distinct but muffled through the pea-soup fog that surrounded the city. "Who is there!" Georgette said, "Show yourself." and then after a moment, she heard the shuffling of something moving closer to her. 

A vague human-shaped figure in the fog, then another, and another. The details were impossible to make out until they broke through the fog. Georgette couldn't confirm or deny that the cold sweat that broke out of her body and the shiver that went through her was from the weather or fear itself. 

Darting back inside Georgette looked frantically for a weapon. A logical Mafiosa would take her pistol out with her and quickly dispatch the trouble, but like a blundering idiot, earlier that day she had her weapon confiscated by police officials, even though she was doing their bloody job for them, and she'd not yet found the time to purchase a new one and jesus christ her brain was rambling in a panic because what the fuck was actually happening on the streets of New York? What were those, those THINGS outside? 

Finally coming out of the kitchen with a hefty Cast-Iron Frying pan, Georgette figured she was about as ready as she'd ever be. Gripping the handle tightly she opened the door and swung at the first figure before her, a satisfying "CLONK" sound that reverberated not only through her head but also down her arm as she made contact. 

The creature appeared humanoid, but the skin was decaying and poorly. Half of the flesh that had covered its face was either gone with time or ripped away, leaving the jawbone and whatever pathetic excuses for teeth that remained to be on show. A glint of gold in one of the teeth gave a rough estimate that this creature knew once upon a time what dentistry was, so that left Georgette with even more questions rather than any concrete answers. 

But then unable to spend anymore time pondering the nightmare before her, the figure she had originally hit started to get to its feet, the groans clear and growing in volume and mouths they were emitting from. The thing reached for her ankle and Georgette kicked out, cursing in such a way that if her Mother and Father could hear her they'd disown her in a second, sending her straight to the Nunnery to become closer to God. 

Once the hand had been kicked away, Georgette started smashing the frying pan into any part of the body she could see. It's shoulder, thigh, hip, forearm, hand, neck. Nothing worked the damn thing just kept coming as if it couldn't feel pain and the only thing stopping it was the fore of her blows, which as time went on were getting weaker. 

In a moment of desperation, the woman let out a scream, and then with the frying pan raised above her own head, brought it down with a sickening crunch onto and then into the skull of the creature. It shuddered, and with a final growl of death, it went still. 

Chest heaving, Georgette stared down at it. This thing dressed in tattered clothing, stained with dirt and blood. The Fog swirled around the body, dancing over its corpse while Georgette tried to figure out what the fuck was going on in this godforsaken city.