Question

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.

Answer 1

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.

The one advantage he had however was the height. The walls that surrounded the entire facility stretched somewhere beyond 20 feet in the air. The zombie was going to be dead before he made it up five feet it seemed. Thanatos had been right on that point at least. The snarling and drooling zombie had begun to climb the wall when a pistol round entered his already exposed brain. Thanatos' control was severed as his brain shut down again...this time forever. He never re-rose a zombie that he had already risen. If he did it would attack him, his hell being a false heaven and only pain and misery. It would call him a hypocrite.

He was infected of course but, he wasn't invincible. If he died well...that was it. There was nothing more for him waiting on the other side then either a raging hell or a black void...Thanatos didn't want to even consider dying...hence his quest...Satanic Rituals. If he could summon an army to sacrifice to hell itself he might gain immortality...and be his dream. He would be a God...a Lich King.

He had to collect the souls first however...that was a daunting task still. The zombie crumpled to the ground, bleeding from his head as though he were alive once more. Thanatos couldn't see the cop but he knew he was smiling. That was probably the first zombie he ever killed...and it would be his last. Thantos smirked his unholy smirk and walked up to the barrier. The rent-a-cop, still in his tattered and shabby uniform, looked at Thantos with interest. Whatcha want kid? We ain't got no more room...all thats left is us cops and our concubines... He said with a devious smirk.

Of course...the concubines. The whores that gave themselves to the men of power for safety and loving. They would share in the riches of hell. Thanatos chuckled, shaking his head and let his eyes rise to the cops, the same malicious smirk appearing before the man. Then die...RISE MY MINIONS! KILL ALL WHO LAY WITHIN THESE WALLS! Thantos screamed. The man looked at Thantos as though he was crazy. And to any normal person he really was...but happily crazy for a reason. Hey kid! You on the meth or sumthin? The only dead flutterer there is that... but he lost his ability to speak. His mouth dried up and his eyes widened at the sight behind and in front of him.

Hundreds of them...rising and pulling themselves from the shattered concrete and the graveyard inside the small sanctuary called a city. None of those people had been infected...it was all Thanatos. The man sat there, stunned into shock until a zombie got him. The zombie had gotten him from behind. A hand was thrust through the back of the man's throat, exploding out the front in a blood fashion. It was then Thantos thought the man died of shock but...he was all too entirely sure. His voice was only a gurgle of blood as the zombie began to eat out of his hand, a mound of flesh from the man in it.

He waved his hand and two zombies ran to the door, pulling the mechanisms and opening the door for him. The scene inside was something out of a horror movie. Hundreds of zombies were feasting on already dead civilians. A man ran into a wall only to be tackled by three zombies. Each took a turn biting at his throat and stomach, blood oozing from every pore on his body as the infection spread. His intestines were soon on the floor like an all you can eat buffet.

The entire scene was chaos on a scale that was almost genocide. A woman was screaming in pain and torture as Thantos gained a twisted idea. He walked over to the woman and looked at her. She had only been scratched and bruised, but still it was a horror show. You were a whore of the cops yes? I shall then give you what you always desired... He smirked with a smile that would kill even the happiest mood. He moved the zombies into position as they held her down. He called one of the rent-a-cops over, dead and growling in his rage. You... he spoke to all the zombies and pointed them out. flutter her. flutter her like you always did every night. After your done...eat her out, quite literally. He smirked at the girl as her eyes widened in fear.

His next task was much simpler. You two...remove her dress and do what you will with her breasts...they fed the mouths of filthy babes and men...now you can feed on whats left. She screamed and screamed in pain. He gave her no gag...she wasn't good enough for it. The zombies watched as Thantos did now. The rent a cop did as he was told and so did the other two. Her breasts became two stunted mounds as the zombies ate into them. Pus oozed from their mouths and blood flowed down their cheeks like rivers in the spring. She screamed and screamed still.

He watched the cop finish and then eat her out, her crotch now a buffet for the crude and low cop. He watched her scream and writhe until she stopped breathing. After that...she was just another corpse. Eat all you want now...this haven is ours. He spoke to the entire group. His mind registered another female however. One with child...this would be perfect. His mind and his zombies guided him to a young woman trembling in fear. She must of been not 19 years old. She was half naked and was probably sleeping off another night whoring when he attacked the haven.

Sir?...S-Sir! Watch out...the zombies.. But his eyes held no life or love for people. She knew he was not human the second after she stopped speaking. Please! Do not hurt my child! Eat me and the rest but let my child live! Their is another haven not far from here! You can drop him off there please! She pleaded with him even though he was the enemy. A mother and her child...a precious sight even in dark times like this. Thantos gave her a warm and kind smile. Of course...give me the child. The woman almost collapsed in relief as the baby was handed to Thanatos.

His ears registered the crying and looked down. It was not a month old still..a new born. It was young...fragile...unable to even speak or think yet...only cry. Thanatos took it gently into his hands and looked at it...was this the face of innocence?...Of kindness?...Of humanity? The babe's neck snapped as easily as a twig in the forest. He snapped it all the way until it was decapitated. Blood spurted from the head and neck cavity like a fountain, bathing Thanatos in it. The mother didn't say a word, her mouth open in shock, horror, and disbelief. He tossed the corpse to the side like a piece of trash and looked at his minions. Devour her. Was the last thing she ever heard...the sight of her baby's head being ripped off by a man the last sight she'd ever see.

The screams could be heard for miles as Thanatos took his seat at the top of the city. On city hall...a God...where he belonged.

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