that he must be careful
while doing this. Projecting his mind leaves the host body vulnerable to death,
which would trap him inside the body of the zombie he was projected to, or
suspend him in a plane of non-existence, if he was not occupying either body at
the time of the host body death.
Azaka knows that by this time tomorrow his army will
have grown exponentially. Unguided, a zombie will naturally seek out and
consume human flesh and brains; it is their nature, the driving force that
keeps them going.
A zombie hoard is usually a result of an
uncontrolled outbreak, a single zombie that has been left animated, by its
creator, even after its purpose has been fulfilled. Uncontrolled, a zombie will
attack and consume any living creature, especially humans. The longer a zombie
remains animated, the more futile and obtuse it becomes; every minute less and less
of its human memories remain. Only the consumption of live human brains allows
a zombie to think on the most rudimentary level, retaining basic skills like
opening doors, avoiding obstacles, recognizing sounds and understanding what is
making the sound.
Azaka has no intentions of allowing his hoard to
consume any brains, he wants no free thinking zombies, no deviation from his
purpose… revenge on the humans.
He had been corporeal far too long, centuries
chained in that cave followed by decades in that research facility. Now he
controls his own destiny; he is possessing Breaker on his own accord. No one
has summoned him, and his previous bonds have been broken through the rebirth
process. He has decided to remain within this human, Breaker, long enough to
extract his revenge, and then he will return to his own plane of existence.
He allows his thoughts to find one of his zombies
and he projects himself inside. He takes in the images from the creatures eyes,
seeing what it sees. He sees the soft glow of lights, on the horizon, from the
unsuspecting housing plan. Soon the humans inhabiting those houses will be
swept under foot, fighting for their lives; their very existence. Azaka knows
that many will escape his approaching zombies, but he also knows that many will
not. It will be the same at each populated area.
He refocuses his thoughts, releasing the zombie and
taking another stroll through the mind of Breaker. He is very happy with his new
host; he decides to spend the next couple of hours learning everything Breaker
had once known, before it is lost forever.
Chapter 22
It is a few minutes before four; the moon is still
riding high in the cloudless sky. Adam Tugto is just slipping out of his front
door, still half asleep, on his way in for the early shift at work. He is
fumbling with his keys, trying to lock the door, while balancing a coffee in
his left hand and a piece of toast in his mouth.
He hears something that sounds like a badly trained
marching band, before he sees it. He walks out into the street and gawks as the
hoard approaches. He doesn’t know exactly what he is looking at, but he knows that
this group of offbeat marching things is not human. He is scanning his brain,
trying to remember if he had read anything about a movie being filmed in the area.
He sits his coffee cup down on the roof of his car, and opens up the door.
Before he can get into the care, one of the offbeat marchers grabs him.
“Hey, what the hell do you think you are doing, keep
your hands off of me!” He shouts as he tries to push his attacker away. The
first set of grabbing hands is joined by another, and then another, Adam feels
fingernails digging into his forearm. He tries to pull himself away from his
attackers, but they are relentless. Pain begins to radiate down his arm as his
shoulder is pulled out of it socket, his eyes begin to tear over and his
vision starts to cloud, but not before he witnesses large chunks being bitten
out of his forearm.
Dan Gillsir and Elmer Kinoz are gliding down the
road, side by side, engaged in a whispered conversation, winding down
while doing this. Projecting his mind leaves the host body vulnerable to death,
which would trap him inside the body of the zombie he was projected to, or
suspend him in a plane of non-existence, if he was not occupying either body at
the time of the host body death.
Azaka knows that by this time tomorrow his army will
have grown exponentially. Unguided, a zombie will naturally seek out and
consume human flesh and brains; it is their nature, the driving force that
keeps them going.
A zombie hoard is usually a result of an
uncontrolled outbreak, a single zombie that has been left animated, by its
creator, even after its purpose has been fulfilled. Uncontrolled, a zombie will
attack and consume any living creature, especially humans. The longer a zombie
remains animated, the more futile and obtuse it becomes; every minute less and less
of its human memories remain. Only the consumption of live human brains allows
a zombie to think on the most rudimentary level, retaining basic skills like
opening doors, avoiding obstacles, recognizing sounds and understanding what is
making the sound.
Azaka has no intentions of allowing his hoard to
consume any brains, he wants no free thinking zombies, no deviation from his
purpose… revenge on the humans.
He had been corporeal far too long, centuries
chained in that cave followed by decades in that research facility. Now he
controls his own destiny; he is possessing Breaker on his own accord. No one
has summoned him, and his previous bonds have been broken through the rebirth
process. He has decided to remain within this human, Breaker, long enough to
extract his revenge, and then he will return to his own plane of existence.
He allows his thoughts to find one of his zombies
and he projects himself inside. He takes in the images from the creatures eyes,
seeing what it sees. He sees the soft glow of lights, on the horizon, from the
unsuspecting housing plan. Soon the humans inhabiting those houses will be
swept under foot, fighting for their lives; their very existence. Azaka knows
that many will escape his approaching zombies, but he also knows that many will
not. It will be the same at each populated area.
He refocuses his thoughts, releasing the zombie and
taking another stroll through the mind of Breaker. He is very happy with his new
host; he decides to spend the next couple of hours learning everything Breaker
had once known, before it is lost forever.
Chapter 22
It is a few minutes before four; the moon is still
riding high in the cloudless sky. Adam Tugto is just slipping out of his front
door, still half asleep, on his way in for the early shift at work. He is
fumbling with his keys, trying to lock the door, while balancing a coffee in
his left hand and a piece of toast in his mouth.
He hears something that sounds like a badly trained
marching band, before he sees it. He walks out into the street and gawks as the
hoard approaches. He doesn’t know exactly what he is looking at, but he knows that
this group of offbeat marching things is not human. He is scanning his brain,
trying to remember if he had read anything about a movie being filmed in the area.
He sits his coffee cup down on the roof of his car, and opens up the door.
Before he can get into the care, one of the offbeat marchers grabs him.
“Hey, what the hell do you think you are doing, keep
your hands off of me!” He shouts as he tries to push his attacker away. The
first set of grabbing hands is joined by another, and then another, Adam feels
fingernails digging into his forearm. He tries to pull himself away from his
attackers, but they are relentless. Pain begins to radiate down his arm as his
shoulder is pulled out of it socket, his eyes begin to tear over and his
vision starts to cloud, but not before he witnesses large chunks being bitten
out of his forearm.
Dan Gillsir and Elmer Kinoz are gliding down the
road, side by side, engaged in a whispered conversation, winding down
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