Chapter 2(of my baby girl needs me) The War Begins

So what your telling me, is you want me to eradicate humanity, only 70% of humanity’s population, you monkeys have bounced back from such number’s before, shouldn’t be too much of a problem, to do it again, I had been a hit man before but this, this was genocide, even though neither me or my daughter were no longer among the living, this, this was asking a lot, he was literally asking me to turn people into flesh eating monsters and transform this world into an abomination of feasting and gore, all for the sake of my innocent baby girl, this is for my baby girl, she was innocent, and because of me she was corrupted, I have to fix this no matter the cost, I looked up and aid I’ll do it, but the man was already gone, I felt a wave of smug wash over me like he was pleased with his work before he disappeared. I did not waste any time, I could control the dead, but this was the world we were talking about. I had no military experience just a knack for killing and not getting caught.

How do I control them, I know they don’t dare attack me, I assume it’s because they see me as some kind of alpha, I know that anyone I touch turns into something like me, and my daughter, why did she turn out like me, and not mindless like them.

I began to walk through the city it wasn’t long before I found a straggler, it was feasting on a old women, she had already changed but no longer had any legs, her intestines had spewed out and they were both chowing down, I looked at them in disgust and shouted stop! To my surprise they listened, next I said come here. The one with it’s legs stood and walked too me and the other drug itself by it’s arms entrails dragging behind it. Could it really be that simple? I say and they just do?

Maybe I should try something a bit more difficult, hop on one leg? I wince waiting for something bad to happen, but to my surprise the one with legs obeyed and the other just kind of did weird push-ups her saggy granny breasts bouncing up and down with every push up.

I began to think to myself how can I get the others to listen to me if they aren’t near me, as I stood there 2 zombies in front of me jumping, I began to feel like I was being watched. I look around to see thousands of undead surrounding me, looking, just looking, at me. I think to myself well that was easy. Does this mean? I concentrate and think one word……..dance. TO my surprise they all begin to dance, some just sway, others must have some kind of memories from a time before they were undead, because I could actually recognize certain dance moves. Turns out they respond to my thoughts as well. I can’t waste any more time, I have a world to conquer. As I was enjoying my own little personal concert I didn’t notice the sound of tracks rolling closer to where  I was standing, maybe because I’m undead I did not hear shots fired. Before I could react, the dancing bodies around me began to drop and jerk blood spattering everywhere I do an about face looking for the source of the fire, The military had arrived I guess with thousands of people dying it was only a matter of time before they showed up.

A bullet drove into my chest and exited my body out the back, I instantly drew flesh from one of the bodies around me, the old lady with no legs and healed myself, it killed her, so sad now I no longer have that to use for entertainment.

The war has begun

Get them I shout. As if of one mind, my mind they all moved like a flood swarming on the soldiers. Hundreds fall like dominoes they have bullets and all we have are bare hands, I transfer my thoughts to them commanding them not to kill only infect, we need as many people as possible. The rage of battle fills me, I fill my lungs with as much air as they can hold, I push them beyond human levels so my chest keeps filling and filling. I scream with every last molecule of air with my lungs the word war, it echoes off every building within 100 miles shattering the glass of every building, it has the desired effect, the soldiers begin to panic. They begin to fire franticly, allowing my undead to go in and take out more with each group of soldiers they attack 10 more are added to our number. My mind flickers back to war strategy games I played as a child and I try to portray my ideas to keep us from losing too many, it’s not that I cared about the undead. But realistically if I’m going to topple entire nations I have to be smart about this. In my mind I think of national geographic videos I used to watch Saturdays about and colonies, and them working together using their bodies to do difficult tasks, sure enough the message was sent to my troops, they began to link together as others would charge the main lines. Their flesh would knit together making some kind of humongous goliath, it would rip open the tanks as if they were made of Styrofoam somehow they were able to coordinate their muscle tendons and use the strength of all of their bodies combined. It seems my only limit Is my imagination. I go Narnia on them I remember all the evenings reading to my baby girl, and have other groups changing into flesh lions the size of cranes they grapple off buildings planes fly over head providing air support for the humans, I give the lions wings and think of spider man their flesh lunges out like grappling hooks at the air craft slamming them into the walls.

Hundreds die is less than a hour. And after 5 there are no soldiers left in the city, either we converted them all or they pulled back to recalculate their strategy, I Imagine all the animals I made back into their human forms, they break apart I hear flesh ripping and bones breaking, and one by one the people take their human forms again we move forward my senses are heightened I can smell human blood pumping in every direction, some part of my brain tells me north is the closest source. With my anticipation, the attitude of my troops seems to heighten as if they too know the direction of the hunt. I wonder If I can change my physical form like my troops can at the whim of my thoughts, I begin to sprint I imagine myself running faster and faster, and sure enough the flesh comes to my body from the troops around me giving me the muscles I need to go faster, sure enough they mimic my ideas and movements a couple disappear so the others can be faster, before I know it we are a army of thousands leaping and sprinting through the city, in search of our next kill. My mind begins to wonder, and before I know it, I’m dreaming. I see my daughter with her newly acquired pale skin she’s in a dark room being whipped by someone I cannot see, her screams fill my mind and put in me a hatred for anyone who would dare hurt my baby, they are saying something to her but I cannot hear, all I hear is her screams, She cries out for me daddy, daddy help me please, I scream I’m coming baby daddy’s here. She can’t here me. I hears the roars of the undead around me and my mind flickers back to the world that I am in. We get to the sea, and are met with an armada hundreds of thousands of soldiers in trenches made with explosives helicopters at least 20 lined up in the air ready to fire.

Tanks and rocket launchers on wheels, lined up with mortars and even more soldiers with guns of every shape and size, not every person a solder some were civilians, survivors. They wanted to end us here. The first line of undead were obliterated I quickly decide to pull back, and try something a little different , They had a lot of fire power, all we had was numbers, and slight bullet resilience, so I think PlayStation I tell all my troops to come to me and we begin to merge into a monster fit for an apocalypse, the tallest building in the area is comes up to the ankle as we keep building height more and more undead adding to our pile with me in the center so many minds engulf with mind all with one thought in their heads…..hunger, they are all hungry, just like I was when I awoke. More, more they want more. I will give it to them, all for her I have to save her, afterword’s I can worry about fixing the world

As my creation meets its full height and we begin to move forward, toward the onslaught of gun fire, I hear the people before us scream in terror, we drip with blood and pare flesh and the bullets tear at our skin, we feel no pain for we are many. They try firing missiles and rockets at us it takes away flesh but we keep coming, every tank we step on is taken apart by the many that make up us, I can feel the mind of all of us thinking about how to overcome this obstacle, they all enjoy the murder, the killing, I find their feelings and thought plaguing my mind and I begin to enjoy it too, but the entire time I cling to the light that is my daughter, one of the zombies among u gets clever and evolves enough to make decisions on their own and has the children among us begin to separate from the hoard and run toward the enemy they aren’t certain whether to shoot or not for they are the children of the soldiers, they hesitate giving the little demons time to take over the first few lines converting more to our cause and giving us time to gain more ground, originally we were the form of  a titan, but now we are a tidal wave of flesh with children and undead soldiers scurrying in front of us bringing more to our cause. I decide after this I would make the one who decided to use the children to our advantage a general and have him/ or her branch off with another group to take over more ground, maybe I could belay some of my powers to others, so I don’t have to leave every battle.

As each line of troops and battle armaments falls more are added to our number, and I discover we can use guns to, I take full advantage of this for a opportunity to take more out I command them to bleed on the ammo clips so when they fire into the remaining soldiers, it convert them to our side.

The defending soldiers don’t know what hit them medics operating on the wounded are being met with teeth to their throats, as the injured begin to turn to our side as well. The helicopters flee, the people on the ground try to as well but we catch and convert every last one of them, I send a few flying fleshies after the helicopters, they catch them from a blind spot when they return I see that they actually merged with the helicopters now they were a smaller half metal half flesh juggernaut. Before the end of the day we took the entire battalion, every last soldier was being feasted on or had turned to our side.

Turns out I had a talent for running an apocalypse. I find the zombie that made the decision to use children and imagine part of me going into him, for it was in fact a him, and a soldier at that, my flesh leaves me and merges with him, I see a light in his eyes and he say thank you, my name is mark. I’m giving you half of our army to take in another direction so we can conquer more ground, they need to eat to keep up momentum but, our ultimate goal is to convert as many to our side as possible so that we may survive. He doesn’t need to be told twice, he chirps in a kind of way that sort of like a growl and half the hoard follows him as he begins to sprint away from my group, In the same way we arrived from the last battle. And we bin to walk to our next destination, as we move my mind wanders in dreams of my daughters suffering once again.