The Destruction of Ashfork

After days of moving from Washington to Arizona, my stomach feels empty. Fortunatly, the city of Ashfork is nearby. As I close in on the borderlne of the city, a smile spreads across my face. Drawing my sword and shield I turn to the group I brought with me: Killa, my hunting wolf, and 100 zombies, all freshly turned, all runners. My smile grows wider as I gaze at the buildings of Ashfork. Raising my sword high, I let loose an unearthly howl, causing the runners to take off for the city. Killa looks up at me with his red eyes, than asks, "Are you ready, my Lord?" I nod slowly and take off after my zombies, Killa at my heels. "These fools do not know the meaning of terror."

With our speed, Killa and I quickly overtake the running mob. By the time we enter the streets of Ashfork, the humans have already spotted the zombies. I hear the rattle of bullets, the cries of soldiers, and the occasional thud of a zombie hitting the ground. Just as the first runner reaches my position, 10 of them are already gone. "Kill them all!" I roar, causing them to disburse. Some start scaling buildings and entering houses, starting the massacre. Killa runs off, barging into an undisurbed home and attacking the occupants. From inside, I can hear the muffled cries of the family as Killa's fangs and claws tear them apart. Minutes later, he emerges, covered in fresh blood with a severed head hanging from his fangs.

I quickly turn my attention to a apartment building and charge through the first door I see. A little boy, about 7 years old, gazes at me in fear as his dad walks in, brandishing a shotgun. "What are you?!" He screams, taking aim. "I'm the demon that lives in the thoughts of all humans." I respond, advancing on him. He fires once, the bullets digging into my flesh but not stopping me. Within seconds, the bullet holes heal. Before he can even scream, my sword impales his gut. I turn to the boy as his father crumples onto the ground. "Are... are you going to kill me?" he whimpers. A mock-friendly smile spreads across my undead face. "If I didn't, than those zombies would tear you apart." Without waiting for a response, I swing my sword around and behead him.

Picking up the boys head, I stride outside. Bodies, both humans and zombies, litter the street. Slowly, some of them get up and attack the living civilians. Thick, black smoke fills the air from the fires that some survivors tried to use to stop the undead. The city is in chaos. My work is done. I turn over my shoulder and call out, "Killa! Come to me! Our work is done here!" Killa dashs over, spattering blood from his victims with each step. Still gripping the severed head, I climb on Killa's back. As he starts to run off, I cry, "COME AND GET ME, WOLF PACK!"

My evil cackle is drowned out by the screams of the people in Ashfork as they are killed and turned to the side of the dead.