ZOMBIES OF THE VICTORIAN AGE by Pepper-the-phoenix, literature
Literature
ZOMBIES OF THE VICTORIAN AGE
We are 600 strong, crammed into a damp, dark, and sordid ship that smelt of death. We are chained to our bunks at night and chained to each other during the day, force to work for those who sentenced us to Hell. I am an innocent man, my only crime being that I didn’t want my children to starve. Now, they are most likely dead and I will die here, in a place that knows no mercy or kindness.
The doors spring open, blinding us with a pale light, and the guards steam in, unchaining us from our beds, and forcefully binding us to each other. We are marched outside in two columns and I am pulled and jerked around like a bone being pulled by tw
"God won't save you."
The story of how I became this creature begins with the road. I was driving to the hospital that night. My mother had fallen violently ill while she was at her work. I was told by one of her co-workers that she almost had a seizure while working. I was defiantly rushing so I suppose part of this was my fault. However, my speeding was not the only factor in this. Snow was falling heavily at the time also. I approached the bridge I was being forced to go over quiet quickly. I leaned closer to the wheel to see more in front of my car. The thick snow made the visibility of the road low. The darkness of the night did not he