Intro to ZOMBIE REIGN: I Kill Dead People

I Kill Dead People is more than just a Zombie Blog but is an “In Your Face” attitude with a “No Holds Barred” mentality that packs a punch.

I Kill Dead People covers the stories of other survivors (Not featured in the Z.R. series) from all around the globe that are also dealing with this new epidemic that is plaguing the remaining population of the living.

After a cure is discovered for Alzheimer’s, it wasn’t long that the FDA approved the drug “LAZARIUM” and is released to the public.

"LAZARIUM" was considered a miracle drug to many but shortly became a nightmare to the living…the drug that brought life back to the brain is now bringing the dead back to life.


** When The Rain Falls the Dead will Rise **

Monday, March 19, 2012

NORA SINZE "DAY 1"

Nora Sinze, 19
Salt Lake City, Utah

I remember when the riots started to happen…I remember thinking, what a bunch of idiots but really not paying all that much attention to it all. I figured, it’s not happening here where I live…so, why should I really care.
I was wrong…I needed to care because it wasn’t long before these random riots were popping up in more than one city. It almost seemed like the rioters were some kind of herd of wild beasts spreading its madness across the States…and slowly making their way to my backyard.

I woke up one morning and I heard a commotion coming from downstairs. I quickly get up…I don’t even bother throwing on my robe. The noise gets louder as I make my way down the stairs. I pass my 13 year old brother, who’s standing at the bottom…I see my mom and dad yelling through the patio door. 

“What’s going on?", I yell. My mom looks back at me and tells me to stay where I am but my curiosity takes over and I slowly make my way over to my parents.

My dad is shouting; “Get the fuck outta my yard…I’m calling the police!” “What is she doing to Max?” my mom frantically asks my dad. (Max is our dog)

Max? I say out loud…and quickly rush to the glass door.

I quickly see a woman kneeling above my dog, tearing at his skin, pulling his flesh off his body and eating him.
I scream; “Oh my God…she’s eating Max!”  My dad glances over at me and tells me to get the phone. It takes me a second for my brain to register but it quickly hits me when my dad lets out a loud and urgent yell, “Now!”

After the initial startle, I quickly run to the kitchen and grab the phone off the wall. (yes we still had a landline)…as I turn to run back, I see my dad with a baseball bat in his hand and my mom trying to stop him from going outside.

“Dad, what are you doing?” I yell. “Dad!”

He turns to me and yells back, “Call the police Nora!” he looks back at my mom and tells her to lock the door as he steps out onto the patio. My mom looking like a nervous wreck reluctantly agrees to do what my dad says. I begin dialing 911 as I quickly make my way back to my parents.

My dad takes one last look at us and turns the knob and opens the patio door. My mom shuts the door behind him but the sound of the door slamming shut also got the crazy woman’s attention. She looks up from Max’s torn up corpse. Her face bloodied and her hair everywhere like a wild woman…and her eyes…her eyes…they had no color.

Her eyes looked...dead.

She stayed crouched over my dog but her eyes are fixed on my dad as he slowly begins to walk toward her, with the bat tightly gripped in his hands.

The crazed woman looking like a rabid animal protecting her food; snarls at my dad, showing off her decaying dead flesh filled teeth.

“Oh my God.” My dad says as he stops dead in his tracks. “Wha--” before my dad could finish what he was about to say; the woman jumps to her feet and begins to run toward my dad as she lets out this horrific yell.

“Dad!” “Jonathan!” both my mother and I yell in unison with fear clearly in our voices.

The woman grabs my dad before he had a chance to swing the bat and pulls him down to the ground...as they both hit the ground hard, the crazy woman quickly lunges for my dad's throat and tries to bite him. She growls and snarls as her mouth comes chomping and snapping down as my dad tries to push her away but she doesn't let go, holding him tightly.
"Dad!", I scream. Almost in a frantic, I scream again..."Dad...no, dad!"


My mom, without thinking of her own safety but that of her husband of 22 years; quickly slides the glass door open, cracking the glass as it hits the doorframe. “Shut it!” My mother yells at me as she runs out onto the patio; grabbing a gardening hoe out of a planter on the ground, yelling; “Get away from him, you bitch!” Wow, my mom is freak’n Sigourney Weaver…I think to myself with what I have to admit is a bit of amazement that my 5’5, boney little Mormon of a mom is a crazy woman not to be reckoned with.

The crazy woman turns away from my dad, looking at my mother running towards them and snarls as my mom swings the hoe, catching the woman in the mouth and ripping through her cheek.
My mom swings again and again, coming down on her shoulder and her neck. The crazed woman loosens her grip on my dad and quickly pushes her enough to kick her off him.

My dad stumbles up onto his feet and gives my mom a half-assed hug as they notice the crazed woman get up off the ground too. My dad reaches for the hoe in my mom’s hand. “I got it babe” he says to my mom as she loosens her tight grip on the handle.

As my dad turns toward the woman with hoe in hand, my mom quickly picks up the baseball bat and stands by his side…the Bishop and the President of the Relief Society stand ready to do battle…”Don’t fuck with a Mormon.” I mumble to myself as I slide the now broken glass door closed.

I quickly turn back to my brother to tell him that mom and dad are about to kick ass but as turn, I see the front door open and my brother is nowhere in sight.

“Kyle?” I call out but he doesn’t respond back.  I suddenly get a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. 

“Kyle!” I yell out, hoping for a response this time but nothing.

I take a glance out the glass door at my parents…they’re wailing on that woman like a piƱata but instead of candy, it’s blood and body parts flying out of her.
 
“Sick.” I say with what I’m sure was a disgust expression on my face.

I turn back to the front door and reluctantly, begin my slow dreadful walk to what I fear is a nightmare in the making.


As I reach the front door, I can hear a slight whimper along with the sound of what best describes...mud...someone stomping in mud.


I reach the door and slowly stick my head out.


Oh my God! Oh my God! I yell as I see what sounded like mud was actually my brother being torn apart by our neighbors...they are eating him...they are eating him alive!


Before I could do anything or even react...apparently  my scream caught their attention; I tried to back away but it was too late. They were on top of me. Oh God! They're trying to bite me! 


Mom! Dad! I yell out but the back door is closed and they couldn't hear me.


I scream out again, but this time in pain...one of them bit my leg.


I'm trying to get away...I'm kicking and punching but they go unfazed...Aauughh!! I yell out again as another one bites my wrist...and another...and another. Oh God...they are eating me. I can hear myself scream but I no longer feel my body...as if I'm not in my body anymore. I hear the blood gurgle in my throat as I gasp for air...I'm dying. I'm being eaten alive and I'm dying.


Yeah...this bites.


*** The End ***