Mangual’s Story…

I lived in the heart of Africa. I do not have a family and I do not have friends. For those type of people get you killed and killed is not what I desire…

I look at Stryker and see Kishi an evil demon spirit that I better obey or I will be killed too…

So here is my story of when it all started…

I was walking the long path to get water. In my area water is 12 kilometers away and not always is available. We had a group of white men who would come a drain the pool of water. They liked to wash their cars and such, we liked to have water for drinking and such…

It took a day for the pools to recover and we most of the time did not have enough water to hardly live on, much less waste on washing a car. They had big guns and lots of money, they ruled as they rule in most areas of the world. We just suffered in silence…

Today was different and I will never forget it. I had gotten up at 4 am, I was going to get there before the water thieves, but as I approached the pool of water. I saw the white men already there…

Damn, I thought and knew that the water would be gone…

I still approached and found the pool full of dead and ripped apart bodies. This was not good, the water was now contaminated and worse the bodies were all white men…

I looked around and saw no one. I saw a trailer that was half full of fresh water. I looked around and still saw no one…

I disconnected the trailer and since it was a four wheel trailer I could pull it. It had a month supply of water for my village in it. I looked around again and then started to walk slowly away from the death that I found. I knew we had a month to get a new source of water or get this source cleaned up. That would be after I got all this water safely to my village…

I reached a kilometer away from the pool of water and then heard a moan. A terrible sickening moan. A moan of the ones with trypanosomiasis Zombie disease…

But this moan was getting closer and I never knew a Zombie to move, or at least an African Zombie from sickness…

Then out of nowhere a stumbling gray skinned Zombie with flesh of a white man hanging from his mouth came at me. I dropped the water trailer that I was pulling and sidestepped the Zombie. This Zombie wanted some black boy to eat also and that was not on my agenda to happen…

I consider myself a warrior and I carry a knife to defend myself and hunt with. I also have a spear at home and know how to use it. Today I defended myself with my knife and ended up cutting off the Zombie head as I knew was the only way to stop the creature. We in Africa have much knowledge of Zombies and that is why you will see many more Africans alive after the day of Zombies…

Yes I am green eyed and we have long ago discovered that green eyes are survivors. The land is so flat that we can see Zombies from a long way away and hence we have survived out in the open easily…

I got the water back to the village and found only two village members alive and not Zombies. The only other two who had green eyes. The non green eyes turned a 100% to Zombies. It looked like something had been in the air. In the air everywhere…

I have said enough and I hope that Kishi is satisfied and will let me go on about my life as a poor black man?

Mangual