"Had I really entered a Civil War Battlefield?" Arabella panicked for a moment, then quickly caught herself. "No. I remember there was a Civil War movie on that film reel..."
Ordinarily, a reel of film held about one movie's worth of footage. But the Killer Film was different. Supposedly, what it showed changed each time.
By a preliminary count, the reel had shown more than thirty films. Every screening had ended in tragedy.
If this really was that film, Arabella's heart leaped into her throat. She looked around at the corpses...
Sure enough, while her attention had briefly wandered, the corpses had begun to twitch and rise, one after another.
"Damn it. Where did everyone else go? Where's Tang Changsheng?" Arabella drew her gun.
She had only a limited number of bullets, while across the Battlefield, thousands—perhaps tens of thousands—of corpses were beginning to stand.
With Great Chu and Great Britain backing opposing sides, the Civil War had been far larger and bloodier than the one in another Spacetime. Battles that left over ten thousand soldiers dead were commonplace...
Arabella had a few dozen bullets at most. How was she supposed to get out?
Fortunately, Tang Changsheng had just performed Ritual Refinement on her Protective Talisman again. That steadied her a little.
If she remembered correctly, this was a horror movie, and a typical Cult Film at that. An evil Wizard from Great Britain had resurrected the fallen soldiers of both sides, intending to use the corpses under his command to crush the North's resistance...
Meanwhile, Tang Changsheng walked through the pouring rain toward a sinister Villa in the woods. A family had arrived before him, forced to seek help there when their car broke down in the storm.
Thunderbolts cracked overhead. The imposing Villa looked all the more uncanny