HALF DEAD! HALF ALIVE! Rejected! Entry Denied!

Shag surveyed the numerous bullet holes in his body. “Fuzz, we’ve been beat by a hurricane, damn near buried alive in mud, shot several times, died and gone to the Hereafter only to be rejected by both Heaven and Hell cause we hadn’t done something we were supposed to do before we got there. Now we aren’t dead or alive but something stuck in between.” Fuzz thumped the long pitchfork tine sticking out of his chest. A soft, sweet chime sounded. “Well, we got one thing going for us old bounty hunters. Bad guys can’t kill the dead. So, let’s kick some ass!”