SEQUENCE 1:

RISE OF THE ZOMBIES

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"A NIGHT IN THE CITY" BY S.R.I.

It begins in the early 21st century. A devastating and unexplained catastrophe has struck the planet.  Millions of people have vanished from the face of the Earth.  Every animal and insect went extinct overnight and no trace or sign of what caused it.  Evangelists claimed it was the end of the world and that the souls of the righteous had been taken to heaven, but they failed to explain why they were still left behind. In the wake caused by these unexplained events chaos and terror spread across the world. Governments declared marshal law, soldiers roamed the streets and whole countries go on lockdown.  Boarders are closed and tensions between nations began to rise. Wars broke out across the globe.  Streets and country sides flooded with blood and the ashes of a million burning cities blacked the sky. Society as we knew it was in ruin. Hell had come to earth and it was about to get much. much worse…

The year is 2036.

Even before the unexplained global disappearances America had become a Christian republic ruled under the  dictator like powers of the President which were given to him by the war time powers act. In this new world order he raged war against every nation, army or man that would stand in his path to remain dominant over the globe. 

With war on all fronts the government resorted to “volunteer raids” where SWAT brigades would raid neighborhoods collecting able-bodied "volunteers" to send to the front line.  But these tactics would not last forever, the President made it a top priority of the military to solve the problem of the countries waning troop resources.  They had to find a way to replenish the girth of his military, and fast. 

They did just that. 

In just a very short time they discovered a way to reanimate the bodies of fallen soldiers who - under the conditions of their service - had dedicated there remains unconditionally to the military they served.  If the military could successfully reuse able bodied soldiers who died with minimal damage and send them back to the battlefronts over and over again it would be the ultimate key to victory. 

The first corpse was prepared for the procedure and

the course of humanity was about to change forever.

The scientist prepared the first injection

of the serum developed by the Technik Corp. labs,

and administered it to the first cadaver.

What awoke from behind the cold dry lids of that body however was not a loyal soldier.  Not a mindless drone to program for war.  What became conscious in the shell of that man was the gateway to hell.  The key to throwing open up the doorway to a realm of total chaos and evil.

It awoke as a messenger. 

This message was the first warning shot

of the greatest war man has ever faced.

The zombie ripped itself from its shackles,

leapt from the table and tore through the chest

of his re-animator, pushing his heart

through his rib cage.

What he exposed

was the frail and weak

creature beneath. 

Vulnerable, whimpering and convulsing

as his life slipped away...

 The first sacrifice was made.

The reanimated corpse leaves the lab and ventures into the gutters and alleyways of our war torn world.

He could feel.  But only just the numb. 

Only just the tingle that reminded him of a life

he never lived. 

He is aware of what is happening. 

His mind reveals the past like a slide show

flickering on a crumbling wall. 

He is unique. 

He is the first of the most

devastating threat to humanity.

He is the devils hand born from mans arrogance. 

He is the signal of our destruction incarnate.

Taught by man, raised by man,

destroyed by man... resurrected by man. 

He is living death…

Instinct ravenously claims superiority over this

lost soul, over rationality, compassion or reason...

...taught or trained,

the instinct to survive and kill

surfaced with a vengeance.

He killed.

He stole.

He pilfered.

He found the pockets of the poor

to be rich with treasure,

a treasure so pure

it would make you forget

how poor you really were.

Ingesting these spoils set the wheels of fate in motion.

SPECIAL THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO CONTRIBUTED TO THE HALLUCINATION FRAME

A zombie mind on hallucinogens. 

It was unlike any journey he had ever experienced.

Beyond the bullets of war, the veil of death, or waking in his dormant cold body.

Then from somewhere, beyond the killing zone, beyond the land of the dead.

A voice echoed in his head like a rolling thunder…

“Y  O  U    A  R  E    T  H  E    K  E  Y”

open the door.

OPEN the door.

OPEN THE door.

OPEN THE DOOR!

He went to the top of the tallest building in the city.  He broke down the door to the roof and stood on the edge.  He peered down over the edge and off to the distant horizon.  The world and everything in it seemed so utterly insignificant from his vantage point.

Then everything went black.

He woke up looking at the inside of a coffin.  In his intoxicated state he had blacked out and toppled off the edge of the building. When he is found the next morning, twisted and broken on the ground, and mistaken for a random curbside victim of war and buried anonymously in a field of public graves.

But this is not his final resting place.  He wakes in the soil, cold and wet, but he can't feel that or anything at all.  Only the rush of being alive powering through every muscle, he knows it, but he cannot feel it. He pushes up the dirt to gain footing and pull himself from the shallow grave. He fumbles around like a newborn calf gaining his balance.

His purpose is clear.  He must bring more soldiers back to fight a new war. Not against one faction of humanity or the other, but humanity itself. His destiny is to be the instrument for evil to manifest physically in this world.

And the gates were about to be flung wide open....

He waited until nightfall to raid the Technik Corp. labs and released the reanimated soldiers that had been experimented on after his escape and stole the serum to reanimate more corpses to join him in killing all of the scientists, and destroying the labs. 

The zombies spread throughout the labs slaughtering the scientists, ripping their hearts from their chests and soaking the floors with blood.  The labs became an alter from which to call the blackest, darkest evil into this world.

The labs were laid to waste, these souls hang in a balance above the pit of damnation. The unsuspecting world outside could never know in just moments, behind the smoldering walls of this building would emerge the greatest evil.

Night falls as the end of the world begins...

From the growing mass of zombies stepped a dark shadowy figure.  He approached the lead zombie.  "I am Elvoor, I am the first zombie."  He turned to the horde. "The military created the serum using my blood as the catalyst to reanimate you. The humans took from me the means to create you, now I will give to you the means to destroy them."  

He commands the undead to prepare for the coming of the ultimate evil... the Beast. A living darkness, an unbridled evil.

"Now!" he bellows.  “The time has finally come.”

He began to speak… his language was a demons tongue. He spoke it as if it were his own language. His eyes glow with the fire of hell and a radiant energy streams from his body, the ground begins to shake.  The surviving foundation of the labs begin to buckle and shatter …

the labs and the surrounding area is engulfed in fire. Towers of flame tickle the sky. The remaining structure crumbles away as a black figure begins emerges from the center of the inferno...

...humanities ruin rises from the flames.

The Beast is born into this world.

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