First Iteration:
IT all opens with a morgue, A man stands alone listening to a radio show. He's about to cut open a body when a strange eerie announcement comes over the radio in a blast of static. moments after the body begins to move of it's own free will without the mind. It moves and does not think, it's arm lifts and it's body follows, it has fingers that clutch at the mans throat and in his panic he cannot move. its fingers close in on the mans neck and he feels all his abilities give way to pure panic, he thrashes and kicks and tries to scream but the hold is definite, this thing slams his had against the gurney it had been dead on. now undead it tries to knock and pound its way inside the mans head before it almost does something human in remembering. it remembers maybe, or perhaps learns and takes its next action. the man feels all his primal instincts go into overdrive as the thing puts its teeth to his temple and before it finally finds its way inside his head he loses control of his body in the terror and fear of being prey.
Second Iteration:
The girl steps into the house and stops just as the first creak in the floorboards escapes. 'this is when it happens' she thinks 'this is when they come out, just after that fucking creak' it's been days and the girl is tired and scared and most of all angry that she has to do this. 'it's broad day light and those fuckers think they own everything right now cause they can see better, because they remember the way it should be.' Her thoughts are quick and loose in the same vague realm, they feel feverish to her. She takes several more steps and positions herself in the middle of the room, close to all exits and ready for a fight. She was wearing a summer dress and tennis shoes, she had put on the shoes that she loved that day the real world ended, it was a quick short burst of static later and it was done.
Now she stood alone and worse with senses that ran on overtime all the time. she could smell them coming, their bodily functions having failed them. she knew their were more than one in the house but one was all that came, practically running out at her with a guttural scream. Her arm moved of itself and in a moment the mans back was to her, his body constrained by her arm and a hand on his face, fingers pressing themselves into the mans temples and in only the moments of a last breath there were teeth digging their way into his brain. 'you have to destroy the brain first' she thought 'they can't hurt you after that.'
IT all opens with a morgue, A man stands alone listening to a radio show. He's about to cut open a body when a strange eerie announcement comes over the radio in a blast of static. moments after the body begins to move of it's own free will without the mind. It moves and does not think, it's arm lifts and it's body follows, it has fingers that clutch at the mans throat and in his panic he cannot move. its fingers close in on the mans neck and he feels all his abilities give way to pure panic, he thrashes and kicks and tries to scream but the hold is definite, this thing slams his had against the gurney it had been dead on. now undead it tries to knock and pound its way inside the mans head before it almost does something human in remembering. it remembers maybe, or perhaps learns and takes its next action. the man feels all his primal instincts go into overdrive as the thing puts its teeth to his temple and before it finally finds its way inside his head he loses control of his body in the terror and fear of being prey.
Second Iteration:
The girl steps into the house and stops just as the first creak in the floorboards escapes. 'this is when it happens' she thinks 'this is when they come out, just after that fucking creak' it's been days and the girl is tired and scared and most of all angry that she has to do this. 'it's broad day light and those fuckers think they own everything right now cause they can see better, because they remember the way it should be.' Her thoughts are quick and loose in the same vague realm, they feel feverish to her. She takes several more steps and positions herself in the middle of the room, close to all exits and ready for a fight. She was wearing a summer dress and tennis shoes, she had put on the shoes that she loved that day the real world ended, it was a quick short burst of static later and it was done.
Now she stood alone and worse with senses that ran on overtime all the time. she could smell them coming, their bodily functions having failed them. she knew their were more than one in the house but one was all that came, practically running out at her with a guttural scream. Her arm moved of itself and in a moment the mans back was to her, his body constrained by her arm and a hand on his face, fingers pressing themselves into the mans temples and in only the moments of a last breath there were teeth digging their way into his brain. 'you have to destroy the brain first' she thought 'they can't hurt you after that.'