Let the dead bury the dead

Father Nicholas woke up three days later. The gutenberg bible laying in his hands. It was open to the gospel of John.

"Lazarus, come forth. And he that was dead came forth."

Am I a zombie

? father nicholas thought. He searched the inner recessess of his mind. He craved human flesh, but a odd and powerful rational force was pushing this to the side.

"Lazarus, Come Forth." it called.

It was his lord

, nicholas thought. He decided that from then on forth he would go by the name of Lazarus.

"Thank you lord," he said audibly. He could still talk.

He walked to his wife and daughter, chained to the front pews, and unchained them. The two zombies stood up but otherwise remained still.

Lazarus raised his arms, and the two zombies closely watched it, like dogs watch tennis balls.

Looking back at the bible the wind from a broken window.
It is time for my great work, he thought. It is time to write the book of the dead, the Necronomicon.

For the survival of the human race. Zombies and humans must live together peacefully.

Lazaurus smiled a crooked smile. It was time to go hunting.

Cheyenne was walking down the abandoned highway looking for a useable car.

Nope. Nothing

. she thought.

She was really hoping that the delorean she had found would work. No such luck.

A loud and low growl reverberated through the air, and a sharp ragged voice echoed from the abandoned highway wilderness.

""Now this will be the plague with which the LORD will strike all the peoples. Their flesh will rot while they stand on their feet, and their eyes will rot in their sockets, and their tongues will rot in their mouth. On that day a large-scale panic from the LORD will spread among them. One person will grab the hand of another, and one will attack the other."

She thought it sounded biblical.

Suddenly a great big swarm of zombies sprang out of the abandoned cars around her. This is way too planed.

She fired her 12 guage Remington into the swarm. A few of the undead horde fell.

The gun clicked empty.

Crap.

The zombies' diseased mouths came closer, drooling.

The same ragged voice suddenly called out, "Stop, do not harm her."

The zombies paused. Equally stunned cheyenne froze. Looking at the origin of the voice she saw a lone figure standing. It looked like some kind of preacher or priest.

It was also clearly obvious that the figure was a zombie. He slowly walked up towards her.

"Save her." it told the others.

turning toward her he said, "Zombies can't survive forever, eventually if left unchecked, human kind would go extinct, and with it, zombies as well. Count yourself lucky. You're a member of a endangered species."

He thumped her on the head and everything went black.

"Huh" Cheyenne murmured, coming to. "Where am I?"

She was in a cage. It was a fairly large cage and a couple of other people were in there with her. A girl with long black and a scared looking boy.

"Here" the dark haired girl said, handing her a water bottle. "I'm Wichita Rock and this is Daniel. As far as we know, this place could be Iowa or something. More likely somewhere in Oregon or something though."

"Hi, I'm Cheyenne" she said. "So what happened to you guys."

"We were on our way back from an amusement park and headed to Bill Murray's mansion, which we thought would make a great long term residence. We stayed there a night or two and absolutely no zombies showed up."

Cheyenne listened intently.

"Suddenly the place was surrounded by zombies. Hundreds of them came from out of nowhere. Tallahassee ran full speed into the mass with a butter knife. Actually managed to get like ten or so zombies down before they overwhelmed him.

My little sister Lily Rock was really scared and got bit.

Then a dry raspy voiced echoed through the air and all the zombies stopped attacking. A zombie thing came walking up and actually talked!

He thumped us with a basball bat and we woke up here. That happened a few days ago, they just brought you in this morning."

" Time" a voice outside the room echoed.

A little figure entered into the room.

"Oh my god, Lily! I thought you were dead"

The zombified Lily Rock just smiled. "I am." she passed a few plates of delicious looking food into the cage. "Here's your guys dinner. Don't ask."

"Are you okay? Who was that guy who controlled the other zombies?"

"That's Lazarus, he was turned a few weeks ago and still was slightly human. He thinks this was all god's plan. I guess all that whole 'life after death' thing wasn't taken as literal as it should have been."

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