I was walking up a rolling hill in a beautiful valley area, just then a blue bird alighted upon my shoulder and said, “Mister Mister don’t go that way! A terrible Zombie is killing all he sees!” Then the little bird flew off to warn anyone else that he could…

Heart of an eagle, that little blue bird…

I ran to the top of the hill and below me in the dip between my hill and the next hill, was my Zombie God that I had vowed to kill! Now you see why I have been trying to find him again. He kills out of pleasure…

The Zombie God was ripping the heads off and drinking the blood of around a hundred humans that he cornered. He had hundreds of regular Zombies helping him and they would consume the heads and bodies after the Zombie God drank the blood…

The humans fought bravely and uttered not a word as they died one by one…

Heart of a bear, those humans…

That is when I saw red!

You know when your vision turns red from being so mad…

I pulled my war axe and threw it so hard that it entered the back of the Zombie God and exited with a explosion out his chest. It hit the hill across from me and embedded itself out of sight in the ground. I then pulled my sword and leaped into the middle of the Zombies and allowed my sword to drink the blood of hundreds of Zombies…

The Zombie God stood for about two minutes unmoving and just stared at the huge hole in his chest and then fell face first to the ground. Dead as a door nail…

The humans had just ran in time to get out of the way as he fell to the ground…

I raised my left hand and the axe tore itself from the ground and I then planted it deep in the Zombie Gods head, the axe then absorbed the rest of his dead energy…

I was slammed by all the energies that were being absorbed and carried into me. The souls of hundreds were mine to deal with and with them I gained more and more power…

Soon all Zombies were dead and a handful of humans stood there looking at me…

They parted as I went to gather my axe and I put my weapons away. Then I started to climb the next hill and was leaving. As I was almost halfway up the hill a boy ran up behind me…

He said, “Mister – please wait!” He said, “I wanna ask you something!”

I stopped and turned and then I saw a dozen or so faces staring at me, from the bottom of the hill!

The boy asked, “Are you God?” and then he said without hesitation, “If you are, will you help us? And even if you are not. Will you help us? Please…”

I stood there and looked around and I looked at the little boy who had more courage than all the men below him. The boy stood there with a tears in his eyes and the tears left streaks in the dirt down his face as they fell…

I asked the boy a question, “Do you believe in God?”

The boy answered without hesitation, “No!” Then he went on to say, “I think God would not allow us to keep dying everyday! I think we have paid enough for all that we have done!” Then he said, “I am afraid that there never was a God to begin with!”

With that he turned and started back down the hill as if he was answered already for his question. I stood there and watched him rejoin the group! I then walked to the top of the hill and I sat down to do some thinking…

The people below me just stood and looked at me as if they were not sure what to do. Should they fear me or should they worship me…

I thought about the boy asking me if I was god? I thought about the sadness in his eyes as he spoke to me. I thought about his direct answers and unafraidness to answer the truth…

I thought about a god who would allow all this to happen. I thought about…

I thought about who I was and what I was…

I thought deep into the night and watched the campfires below as the handful of people that I saved, tried to find peace and solace near someone or something that was godlike in their eyes…

The boy asked, “Are you God?”

The morning sun found me thinking…

Stryker…

I last saw Igor yelling at the top of his lungs (He called it singing!) and he was stomping little Zombie Trolls as they came out from the sewer grates in the road sides to try to eat him. I had never seen these Zombies before and Igor had killing them down. They seem to attack as he sang… 🙂

I now realize that he is the “pied piper” of trolls and he sings his song and stomps little trolls to death. That would be kinda sad, except they are all Zombies and deserve death…

Igor was in full battle armor and it looked like something from the 16th century or near that! I laughed as I saw little Zombie Trolls swarming all over him and he was on a rampage, singing to his heart content…

He almost looked like Iron Man in a Marvel comic… 🙂

So he says he swam the Bering Straight?

He just might have…

Stryker…

I met a man named Igor! He was a Russian and was from Siberia. I asked him how he got to America and he said, “I swam the Bering Straight of course!” I did not ask anything more after that…

He told me a story and here it is…

My name is Igor and I am from the great country of Russia! I have killed all the Zombies in Siberia, Russia and since Moscow has always been Zombies anyway, so I came to America, because I was board with life…

I came upon the shore of Alaska and found that Zombies in Alaska were wimps! I then found as I walked across Canada that Zombies in Canada were bigger wimps. Then I found Zombies in mainland America to be very wimpy…

Zombies in Siberia, now they knew how to be a Zombie and they are the toughest Zombies, I have ever erased. I made the choice to come to America and kill Zombies because I knew that European Zombies were definitely wimps. But now I kinda wish that I had tried Spain or France out first…

Now before you go and get all your hate up in arms and demand to know why I am anti-America? I need to tell you that being Ant-American has nothing to do with Zombies…

There is no America anymore and that is that. But as too why the Zombies are so much more powerful in Siberia?

Let me tell you a story with in a story…

We have trolls in Siberia, big nasty and monstrous trolls! Yes I know that trolls are everywhere but these trolls are huge and they all became Zombie trolls. Now in Canada and America, the trolls left a long time ago! I understood that they could not put up with all the “goody two shoes” everywhere…

The only trolls left in America were Internet Trolls and tiny trolls that lived in the sewers. So these trolls are easy to kill and even easier as a Zombie…

Wear good boots and have a sharp machete, then stomp the little troll Zombies and slice the head in half of the fat Internet Trolls…

So Russia was tough and I am on vacation in America right now…

Igor…

I walked for two days and did some thinking’s! I was deep in thought about the state that the world was in, when I found my self in a valley and the valley was full of dead Zombies and a few dead humans…

It looked like about three thousand people in total. What a mess…

Being that I was in a very arid desert area, the bodies were well on there way to being mummified. They were zapped of all their moisture and the only real damage to the carcasses was from vultures and when I found them (bodies), they (vultures) were not present…

I found the humans that were left, but dead in a circle in the middle of the valley. They had fought bravely and actually won, when you think about it. They died and never became Zombies. They also took all the Zombies with them…

I could feel the battle that took place and the air was saturated with emotions of the dying people, fighting for their lives against a foe that had no emotions or fears. That is a problem with Zombies, they have no fears when you get technical about it…

Though I have seen Zombies in my escapades that did understand and fear death, when death was so over powering that they could not escape it…

But in a case like this, where basic Zombie instincts are in play. This was a Zombie haven and these last few souls fighting for their existence, lived in pure fear as they slowly dies and were consumed…

I stayed in silence for a few hours and got a good image of what happened here…

The spirits that were left told me:

The valley looked like a great spot to stop for the night. The group of survivors had been lucky so far and they had been doing good. The sky was clear and no Zombies had been seen for several days. So stopping in the valley instead of a high hill just seemed okay and everyone was so tired that they just stopped. Surrounded by hills…

This was to be the downfall in the end…

They had good warnings and they worked okay when a few zombies just straggled in, but when thousands straggled in. The only thing that would have helped is to be on the high ground…

Instead they were few in number and they were  in the low ground. The Zombies held all the high ground and poured down upon the tiny group of survivors like water flowing downhill…

In a few seconds the group was surrounded and it was just a matter of time…

But the group was not going without a fight and they fought until the ammo ran out and then fought until the last man standing was down. Then they fought until that man gave out…

The last man in the fight was in the very center of the whole valley! I was thinking of “Custards Last Stand” when I saw this place…

The last Zombie was killed as it tried to crawl toward the man in the center. Its head split open by a machete. The man who had a dozen bite marks on him. Still had the rife in his hands that he killed himself with, before he would have turned to a Zombie…

The people that fought for their lives, all died by head shots before turning and they were all green eyed. It look like they fought even after being bit and fought till they almost turned…

I know it is important to your soul, to die before turning into a Zombie. It is very important…

So I sat in peace while absorbing what had happened here. It was a complete annihilation of both man and Zombie and the result was total peace…

I sat and wandered if this is what is to become of man and is this what ultimately will become of the whole earth?

A planet dead of man or Zombie and only nature to control earth…

Stryker…

Aunt Bell walked with me to the edge of her town that she showed me earlier. I said goodby and told her to take care! As I walked and the town started to disappear from sight. I came upon a rattle snake. He was in a bad mood and was coiled up ready to strike. Now I did not care, but all of a sudden the snake’s head exploded and then a loud pop from Aunt Bell’s gun sounded. I looked off in the distance and there she was waving at me. I was so far away she was almost a small dot…

I could see the smoke from her gun though and I am here to tell you, that she can shoot the eye out of a rattle snake at a 100 yards…

Have a good day…

Stryker…

Hey Ya All,

My name is Aunt Bell and I just found this varmint named Stryker out walking my range. He has asked me as a last request before I shoot him to tell a story. While I am telling that story, I will contemplate whether I should shoot him or not! He is kinda a good looking guy and since there are not many good looking guys around anymore! Well I might spare him…

I figure that out after my story telling…

You see I use to have a whole herd of cattle! I had 10,000 head and we pretty much kept to an semi-open range system and I even had a hundred men working for me, before all this hit…

Every guy and gal working for me was shot by me that terrible morning, that the Zombie Virus hit. Oh yes, I have green eyes and no one I knew in my group had green eyes…

I woke earlier than most of the others, as was my norm! I went and woke cookie as I called him, He always drank to much and I had to prod him to get up. But he could cook up a storm and he was faithful to the end, well until he became a Zombie, then he wanted to eat me…

My cook woke normal and it seemed that within 45 seconds or so he became a moaning, slobbering stumbling flesh eating Zombie. He bit his helper and the day went to hell after that. It was easy to kill everyone as they changed! They all tried to bite and eat cows. 10,000 head of cattle and they wanted to eat everyone of them…

So I just went and shot them as they tried to bite my cows. To be honest I ran out of ammo and ended up using our branding iron and beat a half dozen to death. I knew that old iron would be good for something…

The idiot Zombies could not bite through a cows thick skin, but they tried. Stupid Zombies…

So after that wonderful morning of the Zombie Virus, I let my cattle all go wild near the river we had stopped at and I wandered to the nearest town. It was a sight for my eyes. As I rode my horse into town, I was met by hundreds of Zombies and believe it or not, for months I have not seen a human. Well until Stryker showed up, everyone was a Zombie in my part of the world…

I had reloaded my ammo from all my dead workers guns and I was ready to clean this town up. I spent four days killing Zombies from horse back. I had gotten smart and was using my chaps of leather to protect my legs from bites and I had two lever action rifles, one on either side of my saddle, I had two six guns, colt 45’s and a double barrel shotgun slung over my shoulder…

I rode into town shooting and came out the other side. Reloaded while they stumbled after me and rode back through town again. I did this and it worked because the Zombies just gathered up in a huge pile of stumbling walking dead. They never knew which way to go…

When I was tired, I rode to beat the band out of town and rested. Then I started all over again…

Finally I had the town down to a few dozen Zombies and I got off horse back and walked into town. I shot them all dead…

Then I took my horse and some rope and tied up dozens of Zombies at a time. I then drug them out of town to a huge ravine that I found and after all the Zombies were in the ravine, I set them on fire. You know white gasoline real burns, but watch the flame backlash… 🙂

I then had the town to myself, with the exception of an occasional straggling Zombie. I then checked out the gun shop and reloaded my ammo supply. Then food became necessary. All the stores were closed up and sealed, as no one was even at work when it all hit. I found a Zombie in the post office and that was it…

So I had a huge store of food, all too myself and enough ammo and weapons to hold off an army, and army of Zombies that is… (Besides I have a bunch of beef to eat also!)

In the last few months I have been riding the range and killing Zombies that seemed to be lost and wandering aimlessly around the desert. They still give me the hebe jebe’s when I see them and when I saw Stryker I knew he was a human. The feeling you get as you watch a Zombie walk is strange and Stryker walked normal. I had not see that for awhile and it was a pleasant surprise…

I guess I will let Stryker live…

Aunt Bell

I wandered away from the Indians and came across a cowgirl…

She called herself Aunt Bellina or Aunt Bell for short. She was riding a horse, had a set of six-guns strapped on and could shoot the eye out of a rattle snake at a hundred yards! (Or so she said and who am I to question her?)

Well Aunt Bell told me a story and I am going to relay that story to you right now…

Stryker

I halted Johnny before he escorted me off the reservation. It was not like I had to go, but I understood, so I went peacefully. Who am I to them, I am not a god they believe in! Though they would if I decided they should… 🙂

I took a 6 foot tall stick. It was a staff and after I shaped it the way I wanted, I gave it a specific power. The power to move the border of the reservations…

It was only good for as far as you could physically fight your way through Zombies and plant the staff. The border only moved several miles on either side of the staff, so it would take a very very very long time to move the borders of everything in America…

Zombies left inside the border expansion did not die and they had to fight those Zombies, if they wanted to expand there territory. It was a Catch 22 situation and I figured it was fair, as per the situation that they really helped create, as they could have saved a whole bunch more people, so why make life easier for them? I did give them the way to move the border and it is the only way to move the border. A few hundred years of hard work and they may get it done…

For you see Zombies will never go away and they will have to fight for ever inch of their land and by the time they are done I will make sure no one but no one will ever take it away from them again…

I showed Johnny Big Crow how to use it and as I just blasted a hundred Zombies into dust to clear the Zombies, I could see his face as to what it would be like if I was not there. He looked at me very strange and scared and I laughed, at his facial expression…

I told him, “Never fear, I like you guys, but I want you to all save whoever you find human from now on. I will watch…”

I then left him and as I left I said, “You don’t have to tell them about me! You are the great Wisdom Man now and have the staff of future power! Go and expand your country, but do it wisely and smartly!”

Then I left without turning back and smiled to myself to see that the American Indians extracted some revenge for what was done to them and their homeland of North America…

Next I came across, Aunt Bell and she was a six shooting, horse riding, cowgirl – that made my day…

Stryker

I walked upon an Indian Reservation…

As I neared the borders of the reservation, I noticed that Zombies did not cross the borders. In fact no one had changed into Zombies within the reservations. In fact Americans Indians did not get affected by the Zombie Virus…

There was an invisible line drawn on the ground and Zombies did not pass it. Kinda like certain spirits do not cross the barrier of a graveyard, or so they say…

I walked up to the border of a Indian reservation and after kindly telling Zombies to get the heck out of the way. I entered the reservation. I was amazed at the fact that Zombies just ceased to move as soon as they pressed up against what ever barrier they came too. near the reservation border…

The border was fence-less and Zombies just made a line across the field, like there was a wall there…

I went in and explored around. That is when I discovered that most Indians had no idea anything happened. They reminded me of city dwellers who never even leave the street they live on in a big city. These people just lived humbly in life and never leave the reservation…

The Indian police force and Indian government knew what happened, but it was kept on  the hush hush and that really seems for the best. Unless Zombies start crossing the border, who cares…

Strange huh!

Well I talked to Johnny Big Crow and he told me a story and then said he would escort me off the reservation. You can’t be too careful and upset the gods you know! Everything was just fine for them and one day they would have their country back. As soon as they figure out how to expand the borders and have Zombies follow that expansion…

So here is what he said…

Hey Johnny here,

Seems the gods smiled on us and us American Indians got a break in this particular Zombie Attack. Over two million of us in America and we all lived…

The Indian Nations are all in radio contact with each other and we after the first few days decided to purify the Indian Reservations. You see we had hundreds of thousands of white people, black people and others playing in our casinos at the time the Zombie Virus hit. Within our borders they were safe. Outside our borders they turned instantly, unless green eyed and then their death was a little worse…

Yes I said death! We expelled them all and never shed a tear over kicking all the bastards out of our borders. They never shed a tear for us and we believe that “Pay Back is Hell!”

Most of what you see around our borders are the ones who were playing casino as it hit. They have nothing to do but stand there where they turned to Zombies, pressed against the border…

We live total self-sufficient and have been for years before it all hit and we are doing just fine. I have to say that the looks on the white folks faces, as we tossed their asses across the border was priceless and we have some good pictures…

Rich people begging to pay us what ever we wanted to save them. Rich people begging for mercy. These are the same people that looked down upon us and demanded us to perform like slaves for minor money! They degraded us everyday of our lives and not a single American Indian that I have come across shed a tear. In fact our motto was, “Remember the Trail of Tears!”

So now we have set up our world and live off of what we produce. All the Reservations are doing the same. Our best people are trying to figure out what makes the border a barrier and how can we move that barrier? Once that happens, we will move the barrier to cover North America and take back what is rightfully ours…

We made sure that we had only the purest blood possible left in out reservations. This is our chance to start over as humans again…

Johnny

One of the most brutal battles that I ever came across after it was over, was aboard a ocean liner, in the middle of the Pacific ocean…

The Ocean liner was called, Queen Mary 2 and it was one of the biggest ships I have ever seen on the seven seas…

When I found it it was drifting listless in the far North seas. It was amongst the icebergs and was drifting the same as one. It was an eerie grave yard for such a fabulous ship and when I boarded her, I found a half dozen humans still alive. It looked to me that around 4000 or 5000 people total were on the ship when the Zombie Virus hit it…

From my understanding 600 people were green eyed and the rest became Zombies. 600 people aboard a floating prison, with no easy way off. For it seems that when the first wave of virus hit, passengers gone crazy, dropped all the lifeboats in the water. Those who could use the boats had none to use, later…

From what I saw, there was one hell of a battle and if you ever want a tale to chill your spin, this is it. 600 hundred against 4000 or 5000 and believe you me, God was not there to help and neither was anyone else for that matter. They were so isolated that I doubt anyone else in the world will ever no they are gone and never even care…

Here is a story from Manning and it was his last story as he threw himself over the side after he was done talking to me. With him went the other guys and they all left the ship to its demise…

Hi,

I am Manning and I have been asked by Stryker to tell you what happened when the Zombie Virus hit The Queen Mary 2 Ocean Liner in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean…

I was eating my breakfast when the virus hit. I remember well that morning and it was about 7am. I had the most delicious Eggs Benedict and a cup of coffee to die for. Literal to die for as when I asked for a second cup of coffee, my waiter came for my brains instead of poring a cup of coffee. That is how fast the virus hits. In a matter of seconds they go from zero to sixty and no slowing down from there…

I had my fork in my hand and out of self preservation I drove it through the Virus infested waiters eye and deep into his brain. Then I got up and noticed that everyone had gone crazy and death was reigning all over. I stepped over to the prime rib table and quickly picked up the huge carving knife that lay on the ground and used it as a weapon until I was able to secure a fire axe out of the fire station. You know one of those spiked and bladed axes used to tear down doors and such…

I found that the spiked end was perfect and did not get stuck in their heads. It killed and removed easily and was ready to kill again in a single stroke…

I was a Zombie killing fool and really thought I was alone as far as a real human was concerned. Then I came across the ball room and it had 50 or more real humans in it. They had barricaded the room and were just surviving as they tried to kill the hundreds of Zombies in the room with them. I decided to leave them alone and look for another group. Besides at that point no one would even begin to open the door to let me in. For they definitely did not want more Zombies inside. It looked like they would win anyway, at least for now…

I fought my way along the outer walkway of the ship and finally met another like me, with a fire axe and killing Zombies as he went. We saw each other and stood back to back. We killed Zombies for hours and hours…

Finally they stopped coming and it started to rain. That is when we discovered the strange rain thing with Zombies. We walked and chopped heads off as long as it rained and then took cover in the bridge after we cleared it out. We had food and water and safety for at least a little bit. Then we discovered how to use the intercom system and little by little we found several several hundred left alive… (Maybe 600 at that point!)

We all planned a meeting point and would all gather to become as strong as we could. We picked the central dance hall as it was located near the kitchens. By the time we had all gotten from point A to point B we were down officially to around 500 people. After we regrouped and armed our self the best we could. We decided to take the ship back…

It was obvious that nothing was going to hold these Zombies back. They never rested and never stopped. Sooner or later they would weaken the doors and get in…

So it stated to rain again and that is when we went Zombie killing…

We started out with around 500 people and by the end of two days we were down to 200 people and by the end of the next day there was 25 of us…

That is when we realized that there had to have been a thousand Zombies still left…

I watched two guys, jump over the edge and disappear forever and the rest of us continued to fight. We fought and fought! The ships decks were wet with blood and blood is so slick and slippery. Zombies were everywhere and we at times had to toss bodies over the edge just to keep fighting…

They kept pouring out of the hold area, like they were reproducing or something. Kill two and three more seemed to take their place. It started to rain again and we cleared the decks fast and tried to go downwards for the first time. Then we decided better of that and cleared as many Zombie bodies off the decks and allow the rain o wash the blood away…

This time it was a thunderstorm, it was rain mixed with huge softball sized hail and buckets of water. The hail was a blessing because the Zombies came out of the lower levels and were killed by these huge hail balls. Mother nature liked us at that point…

Then when it all ended, someone opened the flood gates of hell because the Zombies poured out of the lower levels and came for our brains…

One by one we died or changed and 10 by 10 the Zombies died. When there was 10 of us left, it stopped…

No Zombies came from anywhere…

Two of us changed into Zombies and we killed them quickly! Green eyes we found out helped on first infection, but a bite was fatal no mater what…

That left 8 of us and we went into the bridge and closed the doors securely. One of us changed from a bite he did not show anyone and we lost him and another one…

The six left including me, then cleaned the rest of the ship, or so we thought…

We ran into a cargo hold full of illegal immigrants and found hundreds more Zombies. We slammed the doors shut and ran back to the bridge. Somehow they got out, but we fought them back to a point that we could close some gates and that held them. Not a single crew member is left and no one knows a thing about the ship…

So we float aimlessly in the Ocean and then somehow you (Stryker appear on board!), That is how I know god forsake us. For you appear now and it is all over we are all dead and there is no saving us….

I don’t care who you are, you got here now and could have been here earlier…

Manning

With that Manning stood up and nodded at me. He then ran an leaped over the edge as did the rest of them. It seemed that they had a suicide pact and would go together. I got my story and they got their death their way…

I walked the ship and it was the most horrendous sight I ever saw and I have seen it all. The swimming pools were blood red and full of bodies, the decks were knee deep in bodies and I found hundreds and hundreds of Zombies still trying to find food…

I walked the ship from top to bottom and realized as I killed Zombies throughout the ship, that they would still have never made it. I would say the ship had closer to 5000 people on it and they were not equipped to handle this tight confinement and Zombies…

I silently killed every Zombie left on the ship and spent the next weeks pushing bodies over the side. I stayed a total of three weeks floating on that death ship. The ship was the epitome of the world at that point…

No hope and no help…

He was right: “God forsake us” and here I stand in a ship that proves it! I was somewhere else as they all died…

Stryker…