Bllod Soaked Feeble Minded Mutants

the streets were covered with an illusion a vast amount of clothes we sent from the Orient in a box... puzzled look by some passerby's covered emblems with dashing brilliance beneath the earth the creatures do dwell but I have a good story to tell the box came from the outer banks of Hell legend has it stored in columns of writings there was a fir trapper in line for a new position... he was an important socialite & wanted to start a new conversation, over a period of time he showed his face tiny eyes with a big head with a bullet hole inside... he was shot by accident from his uncle yet he survived the whole ordeal he brought up the story of the box that night he fell into a deep sleep only to awake to feeble minded mutants running through his head... calling him further & wanting him dead he lay puzzled and dismissed the whole event, later in the morning when he arose out the dead smack in the road was a mutant... the fir trapper drew nearer to look it grabbed a hold of his leg and bit him days would pass having no reason to grasp the trapper fell really ill & turned into a zombie mutant... the streets got word & shot the man dead but that wasn't the end quite yet lest ye forget the box now in lock & chain it suddenly opened and the streets were filled with these mutants once again no one had a cure for the were all doomed until the uncle from the late fir trapper appeared with a silver bullet able to kill mutants... he loaded his gun and one by one they lay dead... what was going on inside his head but that was the end my friend