I am proud to present the first chapter of a series of short stories, entitled 'Zombi Siege'.
Yes, I do realize there is no E at the end of the word Zombi. That is intentional.
Special Thanks to Mitsur for the inspiration and support.
INFO:
Mortem is a war which took place b/t the living and the dead(it is still going on during this chapter)
Zeds is a codename given to zombies started by the U.S. government way back before the events of Mortem.
Hostilis Latin for "hostile", an international cult which tries to bring down the only remaining government(which is to be revealed in chapter 2)
Any questions regarding the series, characters, etc. please contact me at
infectionform143@hotmail.com
And now, for our feature presentation:
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Zombi Siege
Mor • tem (môrtəm) noun: The Latin suffix for “Death”; The ongoing war between the living and the dead, beginning in May 23, 2008 and lasting to present day.
After the beginning of Mortem, Las Vegas truly lived up to its street-name, The “Capital of Sin.” Somewhere along the western rim of Las Vegas, carved into a canyon wall just between Vegas and the city limits of Boulder, rested a large disease registry facility.
This facility was constructed to research and develop new ways to combat diseases such as cancer and Parkinson’s. The facility wasn’t necessarily a “plant” per se, but more of a vacant storage lot used to keep waste that no one wanted blame for having. The government would process the waste, and dump whatever was left into a basin.
But, as with all seemingly good ideas, there was a flaw. There was a leak in the basin, which emptied out into the Boulder reservoir.
Eventually, the reservoir was distributed through the aqueducts, tainting the state’s water supply. It wasn’t long until anarchy spread.
The entire state of Nevada was lost within a matter of days. It wasn’t long before the government sprang into action, and tried to stop the outbreak. All borders were sealed and patrolled regularly. Of course there were cover-ups, however they had no effect. Within a matter of months, the majority of the Pacific States were lost.
Cities turned against the government, prosecuting them for their actions. The country went awry in an uproar of hatred as the Presidential Cabinet was transported out of the country to safety, leaving us to die.
Not very long after that the “Neo-NSA” was completely destroyed from the inside out.
There were battalions worth of what the government was calling “Zeds” attacking countless cities and towns. It was as if they had planned the attack.
Within the course of the next few months, the entirety of the U.S.A. had been destroyed.
There was silence for years, until what remained of humanity decided to fight back… That was when Mortem began…
…Even now, Mortem continues. At this moment, millions of battles are being waged. People left in the confines of their hometowns to die, coming together to rise up and reclaim our world from the grasp of the Dead. Not knowing the condition of the world outside their city limits, with only one thing left to drive them: The will to be free.
Several settlements have been established to sanctify and confirm Humanity’s survival, and that the Undead shall no longer commit the genocide that had already been result of their hunger.
The world slowly reshapes itself, but growth does not come without a price.
Many lives have been lost; many good people who worked for an honest living, as well as many bad people who killed their fellow man for sport.
There are those who have learned from this experience, and have claimed they would never kill their fellow man again… But there are also those who see both the living and the dead to be equal threats.
The Hostilis is an international cult. It is their belief that humanity’s only means of reaching paradise is through the one thing they fear most besides judgment: complete extinction.
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The dawn twilight shed gracefully upon the Capital of Sin as a motorcycle passed below a weathered sign. Its rider remained silent as he passed through what was once a desert valley. He glanced at the sign with little interest as his bike putted along the tattered highway. In bleak, dusty letters, he read the words “Las Vegas, next right.” It was covered in various forms of hateful graffiti, and had apparently managed, spectacularly, to remain standing.
The rider glanced passively over his shoulder at the sign, but continued his journey inconsequential.
What had once been the bustling freeway of the I-5 interstate was now reduced to rusted out cars, countless ancient pile-ups, and an almost dizzying array of endless rubble. The old cars had been reduced to withered frames, and primitive mechanics. These stood as a symbol to humanity as to how long it had been since the “End of Days.”
The biker sped by along the highway, trying not to reflect on his former life. For him, it brought back too much pain…
Even more pain than the Zeds in pursuit of him could ever cause.
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Thank you for reading, have a good day.
Zombi Seige
