ellsworth, the nighttime security, walks the perimeter of the graveyard, on the dirt trail between the cut grass and the edge of the woods.
he doesn't see greyson emerge from the woods in the shadows.
(catches pants leg with rake handle, causes a start)
what a graveyard need a security dick for? what you don't want me to walk up on?
you know everybody takes the good stuff with them. we put the best among us in the ground.
anyways. dont eff with me on my freaking reconnoiter.
you ain't never been but the briefest shake of a leg, anyhow, greyson.
(greyson walks off, scanning the surrounding brush for empty bottles)