Living plague… sweeping across the nation… people head’s exploding… gushing blood… brains left on the floor… I am the creator of the plague… I, the one…
the eyes of death are hollow, I have seen them… the blade is sharp, I try to grasp it… the darkness is coming… I am the walking corpse, a living freak accident of nature… no, not nature, a slip by from the hands of the grim reaper… he let me go… with this curse of eternal life…I sit in my room… my house… made of human bones and human flesh… how could this… those humans… the throw holy water at my house… foolish… it does nothing…. incoming grenade… so looks like I’ll need a new house…they need a new body… the corpse of the people I have killed… I collect them… when I get back to my room… I give them life… but no brain.. They follow my every command… they not like the zombies u see on TV… they are not slow… they don’t limp around… they are completely normal if they had a head… they can see… I gave them eyes… they can fight, I gave them axes… they can fly, I gave them wings… they can kill anyone in their way. I thought them to… why do u ask I’m creating this chaos… because this is the second part of my curse… I can’t survive with out souls… I need souls… souls… souls… souls… I crave for souls…