"[b]Night of the Living Dead[/b]"
[i][u]Fairfield City Slums[/u][/i]
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It was at the cusp of midnight in Fairfield City, and a dark fog was spreading through the streets, blanketing the inner city in gloom. Death was in the air, and only the bravest dared to set foot outside of their homes. Those who had no homes to hide in cowered in corners, hiding from some unknowable feeling that something just wasn't quite right. There was but one man brave enough to step out onto the streets on that night, a scrounger by the name of Billy, but even his years in the military couldn't have prepared him for what he was about to experience.

He walks briskly along the sidewalk, driven forward by some unseen force until he eventually reached what would ordinarily be the busiest street in the city. The fog seems thickest here, so he had a hard time making out any details at all in the murky gloom, but there definitely seemed to be people. He should have felt relieved at the revelation, but some uneasy feeling was gnawing at the inside of his skull, screaming at him to run. A few of the figures shuffle about, parting the way for a small, unassuming shape to pass into sight. A young girl walks bare footed on the street, an innocent, playful look stretched across her face. Again, Billy wanted nothing more than to just pass her off as a homeless child and go along on his way, but he couldn't shake off that feeling...the feeling of dread that had been consuming him all night. Somehow, this girl seemed to be the source of it.

A few people shuffle by, seemingly oblivious to the two of them standing in the middle of the street. Billy was sweating furiously, despite the peculiar calmness of the situation. [i]What was it...[/i]what was it that was scaring him so much! [i]This girl...this little, harmless girl-[/i]

He stops breathing. It was only when he compared the girl's height to his own that he noticed, that the streetlights on either side of the road were doing little to pierce the dark of the fog. [i]The....the shadow...the girl's shadow is...[/i] 

A massive pool of darkness coats the ground at the girl's feet, in a situation where she couldn't possibly be casting a shadow. The moment this thought strikes him, as if on cue, a cold, dead hand grips him on the shoulder, roughly turning him around to face somebody behind him-

[i]Oh.[/i]

The zombie leans forward and, with savage abandon...bites Billy in the throat.

[center][i]"Wow! Your idea is working really well, Eric! I never would have thought of using them in this way!"[/i][/center]
Kirsten, for of course it was her, glances backwards into the fog where her companion was standing. She was clearly quite happy, because Eric's brilliant idea had gathered her so~ many loyal followers! It was a simple matter to reanimate a body that died, but by creating them in such large numbers, she could create a huge number of followers extremely quickly, without having to use her own power to kill them! As expected of her most trusted homie!

One of a special kind of Zombie, which she had taken the courtesy of calling a Ghoul, steps out from the thick fog and kneels respectfully before of the God of Death.

"Boss, I did as you asked and led the Living Dead to the more populated areas of the city. With this, our numbers will be so great that the city will be ours by dawn."

[center][i]"Wonderful, Mister Ghoul! Now I can protect my turf, and spend as much time playing as I want!"[/i][/center]
Kirsten looks down at Billy, partially devoured and lying face-down on the pavement. With a careless flick of her wrist, a wisp of dark smoke extends from her hand and covers the body, quickly disappearing into the older man's flesh. Within seconds, his body begins twitching uncontrollably before coming under control, rising unsteadily up to its feet. Despite his injuries, the newly resurrected man smiles pleasantly at the sight of his new mistress, having been subjected completely to her control-

"Good evening, little lady. It seems I work for you now."