Dead Days Ahead: 2012

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The dead is something that should never be messed with. Humanity realized that a little too late. 
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    May 1st, 2012, single parent Mary Ulhmer took one last swig from her flask full of vodka, took a deep breath, sent a quick prayer for forgiveness, and walked into FlatLines Labotory. 
    
    July 4th, 2012, Mary Ulhmer and five others walked out, wealthy, healthy, and something not quite human.  
    
    August 18th, 2012, the six people who participated in Project: Undead collapsed at various times into vicious seizures. When they woke up, whatever soul was left was sent to help and devoured by Satan, leaving something on earth that humanity wasn't ready for. 
      
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    "We call the zombie looking ones Husks. The skeleton ones are Skulls, do mind they lack of creativity. And that: that's a Vengence. Don't worry, they're on our side...for the most part." Karma blinked, blue eyes peering curiously at the hunched figure curled in the darkest corner of the room. It stiffened, as if feeling her gaze and turned it's head. Karma gasped, stumbling back at the sheer amount of burning hate contanied within those bottomlessly black eyes. 
    
    "What- why-" Jason shook his head, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, but it only made her flinch away in fear. He sighed, staring at the angry creature stalking forward. "I'll explain when we get to the hub. He's only still in there because he allows it." He turned, pace brisk as he stalked down the cool hallway, and Karma hurried to keep up, refusing to turn towards the eyes she could still feel on her back.All Rights Reserved

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FlatLine Laboratory
Wed, Jan 9, 2019

The dead is something that should never be messed with. Humanity realized that a little too late.
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May 1st, 2012, single parent Mary Ulhmer took one last swig from her flask full of vodka, took a deep breath, sent a quick prayer for forgiveness, and walked into FlatLines Labotory.

July 4th, 2012, Mary Ulhmer and five others walked out, wealthy, healthy, and something not quite human.

August 18th, 2012, the six people who participated in Project: Undead collapsed at various times into vicious seizures. When they woke up, whatever soul was left was sent to help and devoured by Satan, leaving something on earth that humanity wasn't ready for.

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"We call the zombie looking ones Husks. The skeleton ones are Skulls, do mind they lack of creativity. And that: that's a Vengence. Don't worry, they're on our side...for the most part." Karma blinked, blue eyes peering curiously at the hunched figure curled in the darkest corner of the room. It stiffened, as if feeling her gaze and turned it's head. Karma gasped, stumbling back at the sheer amount of burning hate contanied within those bottomlessly black eyes.

"What- why-" Jason shook his head, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, but it only made her flinch away in fear. He sighed, staring at the angry creature stalking forward. "I'll explain when we get to the hub. He's only still in there because he allows it." He turned, pace brisk as he stalked down the cool hallway, and Karma hurried to keep up, refusing to turn towards the eyes she could still feel on her back.

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