Apocalypse Taipei by Mike Chen aka Full Time Taekwondo Dad, on Flickr

You see those? The ones coming over the hills, down the streets, through the cities? The mob of broken, walking dead, faceless wanderers with blood on their lips and sins in their hearts?
Do you see the black parade?
We don't know how it started. One moment, everything was fine. Normal. Well, maybe not for you, who knows where you came from. This might be normal there. But here, everyone was just going about their daily business, working, being a productive member of society. Then there was one of them on the street. It lurched down the road, unsteady and still unaccustomed to the change. People were curious. They thought it was a joke, a publicity stunt. They were wrong, so, so wrong.
The virus spread quickly, more so then we thought it would. It's only transmitted by bite, but people were stupid. They were curious, oblivious, innocent. People thought they could fix it, turn their loved ones back.
The only cure is death.
They called them black parades. Massive waves of decaying flesh marching through the streets. The biggest waves were thousands strong, but we haven't seen one like that in a while. Now, they come in groups of ten or so. It makes us more nervous, honestly. Who knows where they all went - all transmission, internet, power, phone lines, and satellites are down. They said it's extreme solar radiation, the same thing creating the zombies.
Zombies, thankfully, aren't hard to defeat. They're dumb, lumbering pieces of meat barely hanging onto their bones. They aren't particularly fast, or strong. But they come quietly in numbers, and you'll be surrounded before you even know they're coming for you. The only way to know you're being trailed is the smell, but by the time you can catch that it's usually too late. Facing one in hand to hand combat is inadvisable, as one bite will turn you into another of them, and bullets won't kill them. They only way to stop them is to destroy the brain and deactivate all nerve activity, a hard thing to do on the field.
Onthe human side of things, numbers are dwindling. The government's lost all form of control. What's left of us have gathered into small camps or taken up wandering the land, scavenging from what we can find. There's no way of communicating but letters and word of mouth. Travel is dangerous, but unavoidable. Supplies are growing rarer by the second, and some of the camps have started to gain enough power to pillage the others. We've all but given up hope of finding a cure. Right now, the only goal is survival.
So what will you do, stranger?









