New World

Screaming people, running people, dead
people, alive people, people were people to Thanatos. He always called himself
that now...before he became a god he was once a mortal with passions and
desires and achievements. None of that mattered now in this hell that was
raised. Thanatos' eyes continued to glow their bright purple as he descended
the large hill before him. He felt something stir where the zombie was several
hundred feet ahead of him...life? He stopped, a smirk showing on his face as he
realized what it was. ANOTHER human stronghold. Perfect. His purple eyes
glinted in the darkness as he called out to his scout. Go forth
my slave! Please your master and give your life for the new world! He yelled his encouragement to the young zombie.

Yes master!
For the new world!

He screamed in his head in response. It was
then Thanatos severed the connection between him and the zombie...communication
wise at least. What an idiot...another slave to chalk up on my casualties list. I
forgot the number...I'm sure it is somewhere in the tens of thousands
though...so many die for the one true cause. As long as their God is appeased
then they are happy as well...Thanatos
told himself as the zombie began to run forward towards the settlement.

The settlement itself was not much bigger then
four city blocks. Thanatos could almost FEEL the men and women squirming around
in there...like a thousand ants crawling all over his mind. It made him angry
and spiteful. Why must THEY live in this world of sanctity and enjoyment?
Thantos was about to change that however...the zombie continued to rush
forward. A man in a police uniform spotted his slave. Saliva dripped from the
zombie's mouth as he realized he could eat warm pink flesh! Real good flesh!
The cop himself was in a rent-a-cop uniform with nothing but a 10 millimeter at
his side.