The sun rose over the village. Hornmeisters headless body floated on the surface of the watford. Squibba had finished his morning paperround, and was passing through the square. He didnt know what drew him to the fountain that mountain, but as he neared he noticed the water was red. He froze, looking around. Seeing no-one he edged closer. Hornmeisters feet slowly came into view, followed by the rest of his torso. Squibba squealed, and darted backwards. Doors around the square as other curious faces peered out into the daylight. DAYTIME IN THE VILLAGE HAS BEGUN.