The Fall of Forks

I led my first assault in a long time today. The target: Forks, Washington. It was a small town, so it was easy for me and my undead forces to invade and take over. I still relish the sound of the weak humans begging and screaming for mercy as I cut down and fed their friends and family to my rotting minions. It went a little like this...


10:00 AM

The sentries around Forks survey the surrounding forest for the undead. Nothing new. Just the occasional zombie every now and than. They send a single scout into the forest, but he failed to return. Confused, they sent a slightly larger search party, this time three people, to investigate. They searched for an hour before they found the scout. What they saw shocked and disgusted them.

11:00 AM

The three humans walked into the clearing after hearing the sounds of something being eaten. They stopped dead when they saw the scout. He lay in the middle of the clearing, dead, with a zombie crouched over him. The zombie was clad in slightly rusted armor with a shield on his back and a sword at his side. My eyes peered out from under my helmet as I looked up from my meal, a shred of flesh still dangling from my shriveled, undead jaw. One of the scouts finally regained her composure and opened fire, not knowing about my speed.

12:00 PM

I grin evilly and slide my sword back into it's rusty sheath as I glare down at the three new corpses. "Good... good..." I mutter, looking off in the direction of the secluded town. Zombie start pouring out of the woods, first feasting on the fresh meat, than following me as I take off running towards Forks.

"They will not live to see tomorrow."

2:00 PM

The town is in chaos. Zombie charging into houses, humans fleeing for their lives, the undead devouring the living. I watch from my perch on top of a building, laughing to myself. Drawing my sword, I join the fray. An unearthly howl rips from my throat as I slash and chop with my blade. I place my sword back in it's holder as several humans fall. Grabbing one by the leg, I return to my spot on the roof of a house.

"Leave no one alive!" I roar, my teeth ripping into the sweet flesh of my victim.

4:00 PM

The town is ablaze. Nothing but zombies and burned corpses. My work is done. Covering my hand in blood, I start spelling out a message on a piece of wood, than place t on a stake for any survivors who stumble upon the town to see.

"THIS IS THE WORK OF LORD Z. I CANNOT BE STOPPED. WOLF PACK, COME AND GET ME IF YOU CAN"