Well, what needs to be said? This is one of my first works of literature, and it's not finished, but I would like to know if anyone wants to see more
PROLOGUE
Hi. Uh, I apologize if I don’t introduce myself in detail, but there’s not much time. My name is Steve, and I think that I’m the last one left. Yeah. That fast. Now, on the event that you’re actually a living person, and that I’m NOT the only one left, then, uh, listen up. Take some advice from this recording. I’ve survived them for months, and I can probably help you out with a least a few tips.
Hopefully you know about this... plague that’s sweeping through our land. We already knew about the zombies. We were the warriors, the ones who fought against the undead to protect the innocent villagers. They could hurt us, but rarely kill us. Anyways, even when they managed to kill us, very rarely, of course, we still respawned, even if we lost our gear when we did. But now...
Everything has changed.
They came in waves, larger than before, stronger, faster, hungrier. We were unprepared. They slaughtered half of us in the first wave. At the time, we weren’t too worried. We thought that they would be back, that they would respawn and jump back into the fight.
We were wrong.
The bodies didn't disappear and reappear with renewed life at the centre of our fortress like they used to. They just didn’t get up.
But we saw them change.
The zombies left the bodies alone after a while, and we thought that that was it for them. You could say that it was, I guess. What came back certainly weren’t my friends and brothers-in-arms.
Their skin turned pale, at first, leeched of all colour and warmth. Then it began to decay and rot, at a grotesquely accelerated speed, until the bodies were a deep, rotting green.
Thats when they moved.
This proved a fatal shock to all of us, as even when we recovered from the shock of our comrades returned as the undead, we readied ourselves to face the slow, awkward strength of the regular, unarmed zombies. The one thing that we were not prepared for was their speed and skill. They had lost none of it in the process of becoming the undead, and their armour gave the extraordinary constitution of zombies a massive boost. One by one, the dead bodies of our fellow soldiers slew us all.
Me and my squad were lucky enough to be defending the rear of the castle, and we had plenty of time to hear our brethren scream, and see the grisly transformation of our dead friends. We fled the castle to the distant sounds of men screaming in agony.
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PROLOGUE
Hi. Uh, I apologize if I don’t introduce myself in detail, but there’s not much time. My name is Steve, and I think that I’m the last one left. Yeah. That fast. Now, on the event that you’re actually a living person, and that I’m NOT the only one left, then, uh, listen up. Take some advice from this recording. I’ve survived them for months, and I can probably help you out with a least a few tips.
Hopefully you know about this... plague that’s sweeping through our land. We already knew about the zombies. We were the warriors, the ones who fought against the undead to protect the innocent villagers. They could hurt us, but rarely kill us. Anyways, even when they managed to kill us, very rarely, of course, we still respawned, even if we lost our gear when we did. But now...
Everything has changed.
They came in waves, larger than before, stronger, faster, hungrier. We were unprepared. They slaughtered half of us in the first wave. At the time, we weren’t too worried. We thought that they would be back, that they would respawn and jump back into the fight.
We were wrong.
The bodies didn't disappear and reappear with renewed life at the centre of our fortress like they used to. They just didn’t get up.
But we saw them change.
The zombies left the bodies alone after a while, and we thought that that was it for them. You could say that it was, I guess. What came back certainly weren’t my friends and brothers-in-arms.
Their skin turned pale, at first, leeched of all colour and warmth. Then it began to decay and rot, at a grotesquely accelerated speed, until the bodies were a deep, rotting green.
Thats when they moved.
This proved a fatal shock to all of us, as even when we recovered from the shock of our comrades returned as the undead, we readied ourselves to face the slow, awkward strength of the regular, unarmed zombies. The one thing that we were not prepared for was their speed and skill. They had lost none of it in the process of becoming the undead, and their armour gave the extraordinary constitution of zombies a massive boost. One by one, the dead bodies of our fellow soldiers slew us all.
Me and my squad were lucky enough to be defending the rear of the castle, and we had plenty of time to hear our brethren scream, and see the grisly transformation of our dead friends. We fled the castle to the distant sounds of men screaming in agony.