So it begins.

Deadfella 4110 shambles through the streets, trudging along as one of many in the Undead Horde. He feels the heat of rotten breath on the back of his neck, open wounds leak indigo ichor; making slick the ground beneath his feet. In a moment of lucidity and an unforeseen twist of fate, he steps free from the throng of bodies. Finding himself on a derelict street, debris piled high in doorways, the flotsam of long lost humanity crunching underfoot. A light in the street catches his attention. Blinding to his bloated, bleeding eyes. The Fair building gleams, garish in the perpetual gloom of this world. He looks upon himself, finding that the steady lilac light offers a warm, soothing, comfor...View all