Post by iamrisen on Feb 14, 2007 22:54:37 GMT -5
Some things should not be known. Some knowledge should stay hidden. Some things should remain unseen.
Michael Ackhurst was a reasonably successful attorney with a practice in Malton. When the Crisis started, he dutifully boarded up his house and got weapons and provisions together. He survived for quite a while.
But no one lives forever. Except, apparently, in Malton.
Like thousands of others, Michael died. Like thousands of others, Michael rose as a zombie. Like thousands of others, Michael was revived. Over and over and over.
But when he died some time in early 2006, something happened to him. Some religions say that a dead man's soul passes through a great void before awakening to its final reward; the "light at the end of the tunnel" that people with near-death experiences see wakes them up, like a passenger waking up as his plane lands. What these people see is only the end of the journey.
Michael did not sleep through his journey. He stayed awake, with his disembodied eyes wide open. His soul saw things that no human soul was meant to see. The things he saw cannot even be described in a way that the human mind would understand, or that the human brain, with its processing capacity limited by the mundane laws of physics, can even perceive. But his perfect, wide-open consciousness saw, even though his living mind could not remember. At least, not exactly.
When he woke up, he understood the murderous zombies a little better. He understood why they threw themselves out of windows when they found themselves breathing again. He understood why so many of them underwent the ritualistic mutalation of the spinal column and brain that resulted in the condition known as "brain rot."
He understood that they were awake for their journey through the Void, too. When they died, their eyes remained open while their souls floated through the abyss of nameless horrors. In terror, they looked to their right and saw faith. They called it Barhah.
Michael didn't understand the nature of Barhah, as he didn't look to the right in fear and find comfort in faith. He looked to his left and saw the nameless, formless, impossible abominations that screamed silently at him from across space and time. He looked directly at them and screamed back, not in fear, but in rage. He looked to his left and saw hate.
Michael Ackhurst was a reasonably successful attorney with a practice in Malton. When the Crisis started, he dutifully boarded up his house and got weapons and provisions together. He survived for quite a while.
But no one lives forever. Except, apparently, in Malton.
Like thousands of others, Michael died. Like thousands of others, Michael rose as a zombie. Like thousands of others, Michael was revived. Over and over and over.
But when he died some time in early 2006, something happened to him. Some religions say that a dead man's soul passes through a great void before awakening to its final reward; the "light at the end of the tunnel" that people with near-death experiences see wakes them up, like a passenger waking up as his plane lands. What these people see is only the end of the journey.
Michael did not sleep through his journey. He stayed awake, with his disembodied eyes wide open. His soul saw things that no human soul was meant to see. The things he saw cannot even be described in a way that the human mind would understand, or that the human brain, with its processing capacity limited by the mundane laws of physics, can even perceive. But his perfect, wide-open consciousness saw, even though his living mind could not remember. At least, not exactly.
When he woke up, he understood the murderous zombies a little better. He understood why they threw themselves out of windows when they found themselves breathing again. He understood why so many of them underwent the ritualistic mutalation of the spinal column and brain that resulted in the condition known as "brain rot."
He understood that they were awake for their journey through the Void, too. When they died, their eyes remained open while their souls floated through the abyss of nameless horrors. In terror, they looked to their right and saw faith. They called it Barhah.
Michael didn't understand the nature of Barhah, as he didn't look to the right in fear and find comfort in faith. He looked to his left and saw the nameless, formless, impossible abominations that screamed silently at him from across space and time. He looked directly at them and screamed back, not in fear, but in rage. He looked to his left and saw hate.