Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 74

Tony walked a ways, and soon it became dark. Spying a cave, he headed towards it. Seeing an old woman tending a fire inside, he thought it would be safe, so he went inside.
"Hello maam," he said in a friendly fashion.
"HUAGHG!" screamed the woman, "You have been touched by death!"
"Wait. What?"
"Death I tell you! Death!" she shouted brandishing a burning log, "I can see it on your face."
"Hey!" said Tony, offended, "Those things on my face are fernish micro-bullets, nothing else, and I would be glad if you would not mention them any more. And what even gives you the right to say I'm 'touched by death,' whatever the hell that means?"
"Young man, I am a prophet, daughter of the stars, see-er of all things now and to come. I see things that will and may be."
"You see things that may be? That's not a prophet! Geez!" Tony said, storming out of the cave.

He walked for a little while, until he heard a rumbling noise. Rushing towards it, he burst out onto a road. There was a trucker on the side of the road, looking at the engine of his truck.
"Hey mister!" shouted Tony, "Can you give me a ride?
"Where to?" the man said, bringing his head out from under the hood jovially.
"Miskatonic University. Do you know where it is?"
"Geez son, of course I do! I was bringing a delivery there until my truck died. I can't drive you there until I fix this thing." He began fiddling with the engine again.
Suddenly and without warning lighting shot of the book and hit the truck.
"Well, what do you know?" said the truck driver, "She's started up again. Hop on in, and I can get you there in 30 minutes." They both got in the truck and started down the road.
"So what are you delivering?" asked Tony.
"Bodies."
"oh."
"Yeah, I think its for research or something like that. All I know is that a lot of smoke and groaning comes out of their laboratories."
"oh," Tony said again, shivering, "hey, is there some way to turn the heat on in this truck? I've suddenly become quite cold."
"Sure thing," the man said, reaching over to the heating button on his truck. He looked over to Tony. "Hey, what's that stuff on your face?"
"It's nothing."
"No, I'll just take a look." The driver turned on the light above Tony's seat, and recoiled in horror. "No! Dear god no! Dear there is no god no!"
"Sir, these things are just fernish micro-bullets," Tony said calmly, "I'm sure that they will go away in a few days," but the truck began to swerve and then careened off the road.

A door opened. Ridlo the hunchback came in, dragging in a lifeless body in with him. "Found a nice fresh one a few miles from the university, master. He was carrying the book of the dead and he had clearly been shot with fernish micro-bullets "
"Very good Ridlo," said the man in the room, his face hidden in the shadows. "Very...intriguing. We shall find out more about this man once I....reanimate him!"

(OP: Nate, January 27 2008)