The Undead

 Once upon a time in the 1880s, there was a king named Alvey. He was short-tempered and had numerous enemies. All the neighbouring countries were not on good terms with Alvey. Once a certain king threatened him and he was offended. After a lot of planning, he and his most important scientist made a deadly poison. They then dropped ten drops of that potion in the water tanks of the neighbouring countries. After a few days, the effect started appearing. Many people died and their graveyards were made separate for prevention of further spreading of the bizarre disease. 

After a month or so the watchman of the graveyard witnessed something very peculiar, the graves were open and the coffins were empty and they neither had a skeleton nor a body. He immediately reported this to the king. The king didn't pay attention as he and his kingdom was going through troubled times. After two days the watchman was found brutally bitten and murdered. The public thought that it must’ve been any wild animal. But nobody knew the actual reality. In reality, the watchman had been bitten by a dead person who had come out of the casket. It was neither dead nor alive. It was the undead…….

After a few days, the whole kingdom became the kingdom of the undead. Alvey never thought that his poison would result in a pandemic. They sealed their borders so that the undead could not enter their kingdom. But sadly, it was too late. The whole country was finished, just because of Alvey’s malicious nature. Slowly-slowly the race of human beings changed into the race of the undead. Only one per cent of the human race was left in the whole world.

 The flesh-eaters were blind but had a brilliant sense of hearing. Their faces were pale and they had big black eyes. They could even hear the breath of a person, even if they were miles away from him. They were ruthless and impassive. They would tear a human into bits and pieces with their hand and would even lick the blood which dropped during the process. They were immortal and they stayed young forever. They always attacked in a pack and hence, it was impossible to protect yourself. They ran at the speed of a cheetah. They had teeth like a lion so that they could easily tear human flesh. 

After a few years, the flesh-eaters nearly finished every human present on the earth. They started becoming feeble and frail because of a lack of flesh. They did not do everything sensibly. They had intelligence but sometimes because of greed they got carried away. Seeing this, an individual, who had been hiding for three years became buoyant and joyful. He was the same scientist who made this potion. He had been working very hard for the last three years. He was sceptical about his cure, but he had to try to see the results.

 He ambushed the undead pack with many fog bombs and then released the cure. Haplessly, his cure failed. It did not affect them. At that time he understood that death was standing right in front of him. The undead then tore every part of his body into tiny pieces. A river of blood was flowing from his body. The flesh-eaters were collecting that blood of pain in a bucket. He was screeching so loudly that all the zombies came there to watch the bloodbath. After tearing him apart, all the zombies gave a cackling laugh and the scientist’s head lay there staring at the sky……