Ha ha!
(silence, crickets)
What? No one remembers me? I still have the link to the crew in my sig though! Look, it's right down there! (sobs)
Anywho, I was thinking about a new short piece that might develop into a long-ass story if I get around to it. I was combining my writing and zombie obsessions together to think of a new story, trying to find a new explanation for how the undead come to be. Here's what I came up with:
Long ago, in the middle ages, the Underworld desperately searches for a measn to destroy the living, and bring havoc to the land. But the faithful are protected by God, and the Underworld can inflict no direct harm. Satan schemes a way to bring the sins of the living back to haunt them, channeling the evils of centuries into the corpses filling the graveyards. And thus, the undead are brought unto the world. A great crusade is proposed, and the united forces of the living ride throughout Europe and Asia, slaying all the undead they can find. Decades later, the last zombie is slain.
Centuries pass, and humanity changes, some say for the worst. The pollution brought amoung us is of our own design; greater than any plauge that threatens us in nature. We kill and maim our own kind in great numbers thanks to advances in technology, and sins are seen as accidents more than anything. The Underworld once again channels these evils into hundreds of thousands of corpses, bringing about a new wave of undead soldiers to rid the earth of the living. It would seem humanity is doomed, as our faith in the heavens has slipped so far that we are no longer protected, and are left to our own wretched devices to try and save ourselves.
