It's a great (although not your typical) zombie story (think kind of The Serpent and the Rainbow meets a Gone with The Wind with attitude) that takes place in the post Civil War south. The well meaning son of a deceased slave driving tobacco plantation owner, Billy Fletcher, is having trouble sleeping. Nightmares filled with horrible rotted monsters walking through his tobacco fields by moonlight. Visions of gnarled, reaching fingers, and cold chomping teeth fill his nights.
It's no wonder he's losing sleep. The stress of maintaining the farms huge crop has fallen on his shoulders. His father, one of the most successful farmers in three counties (who was full of dark secrets that now Billy must keep) haunts Billy’s thoughts (in more ways than one) day and night. Not only is he the moral and character opposite of his murderous, furious, racist father, but the Civil War has ended, and abolition has robbed him of the help he needs to care for the starving, choking crop growing in the weedy, rock filled fields. Billy may not survive the long, cold winter if his tobacco plants keep dying and he ends the harvest with not enough crops to sell.
Enter Abraham, a pillar of a man with a stove-pipe hat that looks strangely similar to... well... the sworn enemy of former Confederates everywhere, the recently assassinated 16th president, Abraham Lincoln. This Abraham knocks on Billy's door, and whispers temptation into his longing ears. Billy doesn't trust Abraham from the start, maybe because he looks like the Union Army's former commander and chief, or maybe it's because he NEVER takes off his hat, and seems to disappear, literally melt, into the sunrise, but with the fertile whisperings of his father’s ghost, Abrahams tempting seed WANTS to grow in Billy's mind.
The boy, a boy no longer must make a choice. Will he make a deal with the devil? Will he tap the blood of the land, and bring to the surface the sins of his departed father? Will he grow enough crop to sustain the plantation and survive the brutal winter?
A make-shift graveyard that holds savage secrets sits; the ground turned up, the dirt fresh.
In the moonlight, slumping shadows stretch across the sweet leaves of tobacco that grow from the blood stained ground in ‘THE FIELDS’!
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