The life and death of a zombie. Or would that be the undeath and death? Or just the death and more death? Either way, the short undead tale of a zombie.

Okay, picture this: I’m sitting in my bed one night – well, I don’t know if you could call it a bed, being a grave and all, but that’s another story – and all of a sudden, I smell this beautiful, tantalizing scent. Almost like that guy I had for dinner the other night, although he smelled more like pizza than anything else. This sort of smelled like pizza too, so you can see where I’d make the connection. Anyway, of course I get up and go to see what this wonderful smell is coming from. I see a few other zombies moving toward it, so I start running, you know, to get there before it’s all gone, as I’m sure it’s food by this point.

Part 2 of the fifth fanfic in the Gaiden series, Zenith

Part 2 of the fifth fanfic in the Gaiden series, Zenith

Part 2 of the fifth fanfic in the Gaiden series, Zenith

Part 1 of the fifth fanfic in the Gaiden series, Zenith

Part 1 of the fifth fanfic in the Gaiden series, Zenith

Part 1 of the fifth fanfic in the Gaiden series, Zenith

Part 1 of the fifth fanfic in the Gaiden series, Zenith

Part 1 of the fifth fanfic in the Gaiden series, Zenith