Post by iamrisen on Feb 15, 2007 19:06:42 GMT -5
August 19th, 2006
Dulston
Michael knew that he was somehow different from the other zombies. He didn't crave death in the same way that they did. He could be revived while a lot of them could not be. And more than anything else, he lacked their faith.
Another zombie asked if Michael had ever been to Ridleybank. No, he had not. Well, then he should go. That was the zombie homeland. It was the Mecca of zombies. Perhaps Michael would find faith there. Perhaps he would find Barhah there.
And so Michael set off. Along the way, he heard stories about Ridleybank; no survivors anywhere, except for a few courageous (or foolhardy) breathers who stole their way in and were devoured in due course. Zombies everywhere, and a shrine to zombidom at Moggridge Place Police Department. The heart of Barhah.
August 20, 2006
Ridleybank
There were a lot of zombies here, alright. And they were very, very angry about something. It didn't take Michael long to see what: barricades. They were everywhere. On police departments, hospitals, schools... and there were lights on. Through the windows, Michael could see people - living people, no doubt - darting back and forth in the buildings. He could see them crossing between the buildings. There were survivors everywhere.
And at the center of it all was the Blackmore Building. Michael understood how Necrotech syringes worked by this point; they enabled the survivors to resist the flood of zombies better than any shotgun ever could. They brought people back to life. Occasionally, they brought back people like him. But usually, the survivors they brought back to life wanted to be alive, and wanted to keep others alive. So an operational Necrotech building generally enabled the survivors to sustain a presence in an area.
And from the howls of rage, crack of gunfire, and orders shouted at the Blackmore building, Michael deduced that apparently one was enough.
Michael wasn't expecting Ridleybank to be like this. He was expecting a somber shrine to undeath. He was not expecting a war zone. But maybe this was how he would find barhah; perhaps his purpose was to help reclaim Ridleybank for the zombies. Yes, of course! It was so obvious: over the last few months, Michael had led small charges on Necrotech buildings in small suburbs. Once a Necrotech building fell, the rest of the suburb tended to fall on its own as survivors swayed in revive queues, hoping for a needle that never came. He even knew how to use the needles against the survivors.
All of the humans running through the buildings relied on what the Blackmore Building produced. Every last one of them. Without those syringes, they would either have to leave, or they would remain in Ridleybank as zombies as they slowly died to attrition. The Blackmore Building was their life support. But in the end, it was just another Necrotech building.
His destiny was clear: this half-zombie, hated by survivor and zombie fundamentalist alike, would rip Ridleybank back from the hands of the survivors and give it back to the zombies. He would do what he always did: unplug the life support system.
Michael adjusted the axe that he kept on his belt, checked his ammunition supplies, and stepped into the throng of zombies milling about on Margery Avenue. He was ready to earn his place in history, and find faith. Surely, he would touch Barhah shortly.
Dulston
Michael knew that he was somehow different from the other zombies. He didn't crave death in the same way that they did. He could be revived while a lot of them could not be. And more than anything else, he lacked their faith.
Another zombie asked if Michael had ever been to Ridleybank. No, he had not. Well, then he should go. That was the zombie homeland. It was the Mecca of zombies. Perhaps Michael would find faith there. Perhaps he would find Barhah there.
And so Michael set off. Along the way, he heard stories about Ridleybank; no survivors anywhere, except for a few courageous (or foolhardy) breathers who stole their way in and were devoured in due course. Zombies everywhere, and a shrine to zombidom at Moggridge Place Police Department. The heart of Barhah.
August 20, 2006
Ridleybank
There were a lot of zombies here, alright. And they were very, very angry about something. It didn't take Michael long to see what: barricades. They were everywhere. On police departments, hospitals, schools... and there were lights on. Through the windows, Michael could see people - living people, no doubt - darting back and forth in the buildings. He could see them crossing between the buildings. There were survivors everywhere.
And at the center of it all was the Blackmore Building. Michael understood how Necrotech syringes worked by this point; they enabled the survivors to resist the flood of zombies better than any shotgun ever could. They brought people back to life. Occasionally, they brought back people like him. But usually, the survivors they brought back to life wanted to be alive, and wanted to keep others alive. So an operational Necrotech building generally enabled the survivors to sustain a presence in an area.
And from the howls of rage, crack of gunfire, and orders shouted at the Blackmore building, Michael deduced that apparently one was enough.
Michael wasn't expecting Ridleybank to be like this. He was expecting a somber shrine to undeath. He was not expecting a war zone. But maybe this was how he would find barhah; perhaps his purpose was to help reclaim Ridleybank for the zombies. Yes, of course! It was so obvious: over the last few months, Michael had led small charges on Necrotech buildings in small suburbs. Once a Necrotech building fell, the rest of the suburb tended to fall on its own as survivors swayed in revive queues, hoping for a needle that never came. He even knew how to use the needles against the survivors.
All of the humans running through the buildings relied on what the Blackmore Building produced. Every last one of them. Without those syringes, they would either have to leave, or they would remain in Ridleybank as zombies as they slowly died to attrition. The Blackmore Building was their life support. But in the end, it was just another Necrotech building.
His destiny was clear: this half-zombie, hated by survivor and zombie fundamentalist alike, would rip Ridleybank back from the hands of the survivors and give it back to the zombies. He would do what he always did: unplug the life support system.
Michael adjusted the axe that he kept on his belt, checked his ammunition supplies, and stepped into the throng of zombies milling about on Margery Avenue. He was ready to earn his place in history, and find faith. Surely, he would touch Barhah shortly.