Many have heard the telling
tales of the Walking Dead and Zombie Apocalypse. These stories of horror makes
your flesh crawl right up your body as you imagine those days of past when
those you worked with told of tales where they experienced a graveyard
nightmare right up to the early morning hours.
Tales that tell of relieve
as darkness fades and the sun rises above the Superstition Mountains located
just a few miles away from the desolate prison complex hidden in the Sonora
desert. This huge prison complex lies
just about an hour away as the crow flies from the sprawling metropolis of
Phoenix Arizona.
Hearing nightly and
horrifying stories of freaked out not-so-human creatures killing each other and
mutilating those still human makes you want to go down to your local gun store
and buy you enough guns and ammo to kill them all. Facing the twilight of day,
they will walk wherever they dare. Some will enter your neighborhood located so
close to the prison grounds. A fenced off perimeter where the razor wire divides the darkness and hides the
reality of horror and fright so close to home.
Working the graveyard
shift makes you vulnerable to those creepers that seek out the living and eat
the raw pinkish flesh like a glutton at a sushi bar. Seeking the unnatural will
only bring your death and mourning as a human without a gun is no match for the
supernatural being that dwell there in those hollow prison walls built to keep
men in and strangers out.
Offering strangers that
come into the hood a gun to protect themselves form these creatures that roam
is the only sanity to the madness that surrounds you. Your instinctual level to
survive supersedes the willingness to surrender and fall prey to these
flesh-eating non-living things that seek to gorge on unsuspected humans for
their nightly meal.
Such are the many cultural
tales of the undead walking among the mortals of this Earth. Mutated beings
showing up unexpectedly inside circles of society not too far away from where
the death house rings a bells each time a human is executed or injected with
the yellow and clear poison driven into their veins through tubes and needles
designed to take away the pain forever.
Every night when the sun
goes down, it is just a matter of time before the zombies show up to feed upon
those unprotected and unarmed against their razor sharp teeth and bear-like
claws as they mutilate they meals and stuff themselves until the sun comes up
and drives them away to the darkness for another day. What are these creatures
that lurk out there and what created their being as these zombie like monsters
rule the very ground they walk on in a dead and mindless manner?
One must understand how
zombies can be formed or created and within the prison grounds there are the
exact ingredients necessary for such a mutation to begin and create the zombie
population. Zombies are parasitic by nature. They are fairly common and roam
many places unnoticed by those that turn out their lights inside their homes
and shelters.
Zombies are turned into
mindless freaks because of the conditions that exist around the prison grounds
that breed toxic waste and excess feces infested materials with a variety of
bugs and matter eaten by cats and dogs
Huge black crows that
frequent the trash bins and small rodents and varmints that roam freely through
the trash containers and storage bins waiting for the weekly haul by the Waste
Management trucks to take it away and dump it nearby in another toxic waste
ground only five miles out of town but a short enough distance for zombies to
walk and invade the neighborhood uninvited and often undetected.
Dragging their dead like
limbs down the road these mindless zombie like slaves to blood and flesh seek
out those who body temperature is warmer than theirs. Infested with parasites
they transfer the carriers from one place to another and harvest their progress
during the day as when we are awake they sleep and when we are asleep, they
walk.
Devoted to terrify humans
they are troublesome and often unpleasantly smelly as they approach the streets
under the cover of black and darkness. A two pronged attack that is often
unnoticed these zombie do their harm through contamination of foods and the
transfer of infections usually left untreated by unaware victims that will fall
to their poison as the toxic waste breeds inside their intestines and covert
their hearts and body into mindless creatures of doom. Rats and cats and dogs
and birds can carry the parasite to wherever it lives whether in a home or a
barn, a field or a store. It’s the beginning of the end where the venomous
fluids created by these parasites invades and swims inside the blood streams of
humans that will fall victim before the end of a two night stand and often less
than that.
Intentionally designed to
eat the brain and create the mindless status, it is filled with a green liquid
that has replaced the red corpuscles in our blood. The transformation is silent
and as the parasite takes over the freaking brain swells until it bursts
intentionally making a splatter pattern that allows the parasites to seek new
hosts as they crawl off the walls. Slowly but effectively they creep into the
food and feces of these animals and small household creatures that we so
lovingly stroke, pet and kiss without knowing they are infecting our systems
with the poison that will kill us before too long. This parasite is programmed
to kill us and we don’t even know it.
After all humans and rats,
cats, dogs and crows aren’t all that much different. They each have an internal
system that we can test for drugs and see how they react under different
conditions. Many don’t realize these parasites invade the intestines and live
there until its time to kill. One should wonder how many times we have
transferred or transplanted a virus or bug infested with this parasite and
realize that no matter where they go, you cannot hide from them any longer.
