Empire of the Undead

Prologue

Paris 1777, the graveyards of Paris are overcrowded causing the living in an outbreak of disease from the decomposing dead beneath. The Parisians leader Louis XVI began a project to protect his people. 1786-1814 the remains of Parisians were transported from the graveyards of Paris below to the underground quarries beneath the streets of Paris unknowing the threat it will awake in years to come.

Chapter One – The Awakening

July 24th 2014

A warm summer breeze swept through the streets, the sun beaming down on the citizens of Paris going along their daily routines. A blood curdling scream echoed through the air and a state of chaos commenced. A young English woman stood in the hectic crowds still and confused, her thin pale body being thrown to and throw by the startled Parisians, running in various directions. The woman was knocked to the floor and trampled sending her in and out of consciousness, she opened her eyes from as long as she could to see a grotesque scene a mass amount of disfigured humans attacking the crowds ripping them up and eating their flesh. She screamed and one of the creatures locked its gaze onto her helpless body took a vigorous bite from a human arm and climbed over his last victim and limped towards her. A hard tugged pulled on her left arm and she flew into the air before passing out from the fear.

A blurred dim light shone as the young woman grew consciousness a silhouette caught her eye, flash backs of the horrific played on her mind. She jolted to an upright position throwing herself against the wall. Something fell from behind her and cracked on the solid concrete floor under her feet, she gazed down at the floor no fully taking her eyes of the silhouette to see a shattered human skull and let out a shriek. The man walked towards her and she back away muffling her crys.

“No, no, I no hurt you!” he pleaded.

The woman remained silent.

“ I am Marcel, I help you miss.” He held his arm out to reach the woman, to comfort her. His green eyes gleamed in the dim candle light glazed over in fear.

The woman stopped backing away.

“S-sss-sss-top! Where am i? who are you? What is happening?”

The man stood still a combed his fingers threw his blonde shaggy hair.

“I say I marcel, I save you.”

“Okay, and where are we what is this place.2

“L'Empire de la Mort.”

“What is that I don’t understand any French Marcel.”

“Empire of the dead.”