Not all bad in life is Zombies, but bad is not equate to Zombies. For a Zombie makes bad sometimes look good…
Here is a story from a demon. A demon that begged for me to end his existence after a Zombie bit him. Now you would think that being a demon or the devil himself would exclude you from turning into a Zombie…
Not so! It just makes you a stronger Zombie, but still a Zombie all the same and being a Zombie is not on any sane entities mind and they all prefer to die before the Zombie Virus takes your soul to Zombie Hell…
Here is who I call, “Zombified Demon!”
Hey,
My real name does not matter, what matters is that Stryker has promised to take me to the side of lightness, if I tell my story! Since I will take any chance that I can to better my predicament in life or death as in this case. I will take it…
Lets just say, “I am the demon that lurked under your bed at night and hid in your closet during the day! I would take you away when you least suspected it. I am the – Boogeyman!”
When the virus first hit, I was ripping the soul out of a little boy, who dared to look under his bed, instead of hiding in the blankets. I had him by the throat and was slowly pulling his soul away from him, one piece at a time. It is more fun that way and I love the expressions on their face as their soul is removed…
Then something happened to him and the next thing I knew…
I had a squirming and hungry Zombie Boy in my hands. I no longer had a soul to take, but I had to run to keep my soul intact. The little boy started to feed on my soul and brains was his next thing to eat…
I slid out from under the bed and as I stood up, I had a little sister of the boy trying to bite me and then mom and dad were next in line to feast on me…
I got the hell out of there and as I ran into the streets, I realized that something had happened to the world that I demonized. I mean my world was really a good place for me!
You see non believers always were just enough to keep me in business. For just like the little boy, who was not scared enough to stay under his covers, there are plenty of others the same. Yes those blankets really do have protection powers…
Well all of a sudden, I became the hunted. For you see a Zombie Soul is not the soul I collect and if I even could collect it, the Devil would not pay for it anyway. In fact he would burn me and the Zombie soul in an eternal fire. So now Zombies wanted to munch me just like anyone else. For once I felt what it was like to be the victim…
Now I am powerful and strong! I survived months now as I watched humans all around me die torn limb from limb by Zombies. I watched Zombies eat them and suck the blood and brains right out of their bodies as they screamed and yelled with the passion only a mutilated dead person, soon to die could do…
But alas I could never get this being hunted thing down. I could never get this fact down that I was not the head dog anymore. I was just a victim of circumstances and running was never my strong point…
So in the end I tried to reassert myself as head dog, you know Alpha Dog in this world gone crazy by Zombies…
That went over like a lead balloon and then I ran smack into the Alpha Zombie…
Now I was too stupid to understand the fact to run. I had made up my mind that the Boogeyman was rising back to power and Zombies be damned…
Hell I realized now how stupid that was! Hell Zombies even sleep under beds and I was trying to take back my world from creatures that make me look like the good-guy…
Well this Alpha Zombie took to beating me senseless and the more he beat me and pounded me, the more stupid I became. Finally I lost all brains and attacked him like there was no tomorrow. I got two good punches in his face and he moaned at me and before I knew it he bit me on the neck…
Oh, I guess I should explain! In the regular world, humans allow me to have powers that come from the fear that they exude as they go through life. These powers allow me to disappear and to hide unseen. So with a world of mainly Zombies, I have lost my powers and was really not much more than a human, except much stronger. But a Alpha Zombie was way too much for me…
Then as this Zombie was getting ready to consume me as an entree, Stryker came along and sliced that Zombie in half. Just like it was chunk of cheese on a cheese slice board. I watched a thousand other Zombies who were standing quietly watching the battle between Alpha Zombie and me, all stumble away as if they just saw a ghost or something…
Then I watched him twirl his sword and release it in a mighty swing. That sword went and sliced the heads off of hundreds of Zombies in a single arc! No wonder they tried to run…
In a few minutes Stryker had cleared the area for as far as you could see and dead Zombies lay all over the place. Then he put his hand on my head and told me, “You are infected and will turn soon! Are you worth saving your soul from Zombie Hell?”
So I struck a deal with Stryker…
I had a hundred souls of scared people hidden in my lock box place. I told him that if he sent my soul to hell and not Zombie Hell! I would give the location and combination to the box. He can then do what he wants with those souls…
The Boogeyman…