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…