In the early days of the world, plagues were common amongst the poor villages of the land. When one fell to such a foul disease, it often spread to nearby villages, often thousands will die within weeks.
Upon one night, a small group sat mourning at the grave of a recently deceased pauper. A man in long robes approached them, offering a way to have the body reanimated. In their haste they accepted the mans offer and immediately started to dig up the body.
After three days of ritual bloodletting and orgiastic dancing, the man rejoined the group to complete the ritual. Much to the dismay of them all, the body was still very much dead upon awakening, and it quickly locked its glossy eyes upon one of the daintier females before lunging and plunging its hands deep into her bosom, ripping them out again when he had hold of her ribs. Her chest was held open and exposed by the broken ribs and those who had dared witness the butchery stood still, shocked. When she lay screaming, her lungs and heart revealed, the beast struck her body with its wriggling jaw and started to devour everything it could get its teeth around within. The robed man had already vanished by then, leaving the now fear frozen group to deal with the zombie. Some of the men sorrounding it threw up as the womans entrails were messily thrown about her body by the dirty pale hands that clung so desperately to her flesh..
Within three weeks, all of the local villages within fifty miles had been overrun with the undead and no one had seen anything more of the robed man.
Nocturnal parasite · Sat Jun 13, 2009 @ 08:25pm · 0 Comments |