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Pestilence. October 1966.
You’ve seen those movies, the ones on your black and white tv. About the dead rising, the monsters coming back to life and haunting you with no mercy. It’s all quite fun, you think. Entertaining even. Hell, you even think it’d be fun to try and fight off zombies like a modern day, apocalyptic gunslinger.
But then, it starts to happen. The dead begin to rise, but not at all in the way you’d expect. They’re nothing like the movies. Nothing like your heroic day dreams. They are nearly immortal. They are vicious. They come in the form of your best friend and your mother. And they are not happy.
On the first day of October, is when the disease began. Released by Pestilence, of white horse, this plague is known as PZ. It is spread by bodily fluid. When a human has been infected by PZ, they go into a state of shock. They have no more than 6 days to live. Through these six days, the infected begins to change. Their skin begins to turn light green, their flesh begins to rot. Their pupils become glazed over by a white film and their internal organ begin to shut down and rot. After they have lost full consciousness and are announced dead, they remain dormant for 6 more days. On the 7th day, at sun down, they rise. They are different from the cliché zombies in the sense that these deranged creatures…can run. They can climb. They can swim and jump. And they only strive for one objective - to fulfill Pestilence’s orders to take over the human race.
