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The Start of the Zombie War for us… (Part 1)

I learned that things can be very tricky and I have to teach myself to train my thoughts, if I do not want to end up in the heart of a burning sun, somewhere in the universe…

I was thinking to myself about how I wish that we were near a planet that had a Zombie War of the Gods going on. I was deep in thought and was imagining a planet that we could use to practice on. A planet with oxygen and water of course. Then the next thing that I knew…

I felt this topsy turvy feeling in my stomach and felt like throwing up. Then as I was looking out of the view port again, after feeling better. I realized that earth was gone and another planet that had water but was red in color was staring me in the face…

I said, “WTF and damn!” Then a voice from my new girl Prometheus said, “Did I do something wrong?” Then she said, “You wished very hard to go to a planet and fight Zombie Gods…” I had to admit that I was doing, but to be suddenly taken to a planet and not even blink an eye hardly, was a weird experience…

The others appeared near me and were asking what happened. For everyone felt the same way as I did. Space travel made us feel sick and some threw up!

I raised my hand for silence and asked Prometheus, “Where are we?”

She replied, “A small planet that fits your description and it is called Ortenial, by English letters”

I said, “Oh!”

Ben said something like, “Looks like we just transverse space! Prometheus how far are we from our earth?”

The answer just made us all squeamish in out places. Prometheus answered that we were 2367 light years from earth… (Huh?)

We sat in the orbit of the planet try to get our bearings. It seems that most of our entity stayed at earth and has not caught up to the rest of us yet. Kinda like we transferred too far too fast, as we are not use to it yet…

I told Prometheus that as soon as we are settled down, I need to have a private talk with her about responding to my thoughts. Heaven forbid if I thought about going to the center of a sun or something. Prometheus assured me that a sun can not harm her. I will have to take her word on that, because I really do not want to find out…

Then as we all were discussing the situation in the board/dinning/meeting room I told you about earlier. Prometheus calmly proclaimed that a nasty, drooling, huge, wickedly ugly, very powerful and exceedingly bad attitude Zombie God was standing on our command bridge screaming bloody murder…

That is when we heard a huge thump through the bowels of the ship and a unearthly scream looking for blood, echoed through the ship…

I told everyone to spread out and check the whole ship. See if anyone else has come on board? I will take care of the bridge, that is my command station and no one is going to try to take my ship…

Prometheus tried to say that she would just keep him contained. He can not hurt her too bad. I did not want him hurting her at all…

As I ran, my armor expanded and my sword and shield came to me. When I stepped through the retracting door of the bridge, I was ready for what ever would be there. What was there was a really powerful Zombie God, a real god not a demigod…

The door slid shut behind me and I stood face to face with a creature that would make Superman cry with fear. Good thing I am stupid and not Superman, huh? Sword in hand and shield front and forward, I watched as he attacked full steam ahead. I also heard Prometheus giving warnings that we have been breached in 6 other places and emergency protocol is in place. I heard Bear/Dogg roar even through the solid material of the ship. I heard Prometheus going frantic and that was all I had time for as I was slammed against the bulkhead of the ship…

We had entered the Zombie God War, whether we liked it or whether we were ready or not…

Part 2 tomorrow…

Stryker
The Zombie Source Code

Two months have gone by…

Time is flying and I really had to stop and realize that I have been negligent on writing to the blog and telling you all what is happening…

Woewebegone wants to write the next article so maybe tomorrow he will write. I have finally gotten somewhat into the grove with this Kung Fu stuff and Woewebegone calls me Stinker all the time. I have given up trying to correct him as he does not listen at all and he tells me I am the one not listening…

I am trying but this Kung Fu stuff is like for the birds and other animals. Then toss a little mother nature on top of it all and you have Kung Fu.

Woewebegone keeps smacking me on the head and saying use your brain and soul! Well my brain is bruised and my soul is taking a vacation right now. But I can see that I am getting tougher. Ever since the god of war left me I have felt lost sorta. He was a driving force in me that helped me in times of need. Woewebegone says that it is time to become Stinker (Stryker please!) again and stand on my own two feet. He says that Stinker is stronger than the war god any day and that to survive I need to learn this…

My day starts at 6am and ends at 10pm everyday, 7 days a week. I am doing everything from dishes, washing clothes and clean Woewebegone’s house to practicing Kung Fu, Karate and swordsmanship…

Speaking of swords: Woewebegone took me to a swordsmith on a planet. (Don’t ask what planet and where it was. I don’t know and he will not tell me!) I took my Katana and handed it over to a very ugly, ugly, ugly little nasty dirty man. He had these huge arms as big as tree trunks, but his legs were skinny as a new sapling. Or better yet he had chicken legs. He looked over my Katana, all the while moaning and groaning. Then he ignored me as spoke to Woewebegone, “It is of the gods! Would you like me to create a weapon for Stinker?” Woewebegone nodded affirmative and walked off. As he walked off he told me to stand right there and do as I am told. Period…

So I stood there and the ugly little guy with arms as big as tree trunks came up to me. He looked at my hands and looked in my ears? He looked in my eyes and looked at my chest and back. He poked me and prodded me and even kicked me. Then he grunted and walked away! It was a grunt of satisfied with what he saw…

I stood there for hours and hours. To be honest I was afraid to move. As I stood there I saw creatures of various types and these creatures made Sword Maker look cute and cuddly. So I stayed near the sword maker to feel safer. I was glad I did when I heard a scream and one of the creatures walked by with what looked like a human and was crunching him up for dinner in its teeth. It came to me right then, that Zombies are a piece of cake compared to somethings in the Universe…

As I stood there I could see some of what the sword maker was doing. What I saw was a total transformation of the weapon that I had. I saw him melt the sword I had down in a huge furnace pot. Into that pot of melted sword, he put other pieces of broken swords and daggers. One dagger he tossed at me and motioned for the one I had on my belt. I tossed him the one I had and replaced it with the one he gave me. He stared at the dagger I tossed him and grunted a satisfied grunt and tossed it into the melting pot. Then he stirred the pot and I could see him thinking…

The sword maker went over to the wall in his shop area and he pulled a huge sword down from the wall. The sword was a two handed sword that made the Chinese Broad Swords look small that I used in the past. The hilt of the sword was incredibly beautiful and even in the light of the dim shop it shone out like a sun in the sky. He fitted it into a special mold like apparatus and after some adjustments, he was satisfied. Then he took a stick, that is what it looked like and cut the blade off the sword about three inches from the hilt. Then he tossed the blade into the melting pot. After what seemed like hours more. He tested the melting pot of steel. He kept muttering, ice, water, fire and wind. Over and over he said that…

Then in a process that I will never be able to explain and with the fact that he had a huge bin of ice also nearby. The best way to explain this is that he fitted a top on to the mold that held the sword hilt that he laid in it. He had this huge stone strapped together and set it blade up. Through a hole in the top he poured the steel from the melting pot. This steel was as runny as water but hot as hell…

He smacked on the huge stone mold with a wooden mallet and kept doing that until he had poured all the steel into the mold. Yes all the molten steel went into this mold…

Then he lifted the huge stone mold by a chain and set it into a huge furnace. After the stone was red hot he lifted the stone and dropped it instantly into a huge pool of water. The stream rolled up from the pool of water for a half hour. Then he reheated the stone mold to red hot again and this time dropped it into a huge ice pond. The mold exploded and with that explosion, the sword maker laughed with joy…

After a few minutes he climber into the almost boiling pool of melted ice and came out with a huge sword. It was in a rough form and had to be worked into a weapon yet, but it was beautiful. I noticed that it was heavy and he could hardly lift it. Then I watched in amazement as he transformed the beautiful piece of steel into a work of art that any god would have been happy to have. I was transfixed and as I later found out. It was two days that I stood there watching and it seemed like two hours at times. I could not believe what I was seeing. The sword went from fire to water to ice to bellows as what I understood as the wind. The bellows would incite the flames to higher and higher degrees of heat and when the bellows had made the steel to the correct glow and heat then the ice and water toughened and hardened the steel. When the steel had gotten to the point that nothing could sharpen it because it was so tough and hardened. The sword maker stopped and sharpened the steel for hours more. He used what looked like two huge diamonds and cut an edge on the steel. There was many edges and many different angles to this blade. It is beyond explanation. But he sharpened every edge and ever edge was resharpened in preparation for its final ice bath…

The sword was huge and was one piece now as the process had merged the hilt into the sword as one piece. The sword maker entered the whole sword into the heat and pumped the bellows for all he was worth. I could sense that he was getting very tired at this point as he had worked nonstop. I stepped over and put my hand next to his on the bellows and started to help him pump the bellows. He glared at me then his eyes mellowed as he realized that he needed help and let me pump the bellows. He kept waving at me to continue and I pumped and pumped and pumped. Just when I thought that the blade was going to go liquid and melt away, he motioned for me to stop. With my heart pounding and head throbbing, I looked as he brought the blade out of the coals and fire. It was pure white in the core and had a blue tinge to the edges. He dropped in into a huge barrel of some liquid in the corner. He had not done this before. The liquid boiled away for a half an hour and when it was all gone he pulled the sword out and wiped it with a cloth. What appeared as he wiped the sword was a almost livid blue and white glowing sword. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…

He struggled with the sword and got it over to the table. The table groaned under its weight as it settled on the surface. Then he went to some leather that he had hanging on the wall and cut strips of it off. He then soaked them in oil and then he wrapped the handle. He was an artist of the highest degree and everything he did was to perfection. I stood near him and watched. It was such an honor to see this kind of work being done. He looked at my hands several times and kept working on the hilt. Then he polished the sword with what looked like a diamond covered cloth. He spent several more hours and when he was done, the sword with all her etchings that he had done during the process stood out as a work of art. The etchings looked as clear as photos down the blade of the sword. Then he struggled and carried the sword into a huge anti-chamber. He laid it on a boulder in the middle of the room. Then he motioned for me to get into the room. I walked over to the sword and looked at it. I heard the door close that I came into the room through and then I heard a roar, like the devil himself was pissed off. A huge door opened behind me and as I turned I saw one ugly creature come roaring out from behind the door. I then realized that there was a whole bunch of human type creatures watching from above and I saw Woewebegone amongst them…

Then it hit me! I either was worthy of the sword or not and if not worthy, I would die…

I looked at the door I had came through and saw the little head of the sword maker and he had a look like he wished he was somewhere else right now. I then was brought back to reality as I heard the creature charge and with out thinking. I grabbed the sword with my right hand and swung 180 degrees as hard as I could. The sword weighed a ton and I could feel the tendons cracking in my arm and shoulder, but I was not going to let the sword maker down, not today…

The sword caught the creature half way up his body right through the chest. It cleanly cut the creature in half. But that was not the surprise. As it cut the creature in half it sucked the blood out of the creature and grew stronger. It passed that power on to me and the sword was easily able to be a one handed sword for me with in its realm…

I set the sword down as it actually scared me for a second. The sword laid on the boulder and several guards came out to see about me and clean up the mess. For some reason one of the guards tried to pick up my sword and as he touched it he became a dried up husk and fell into dust. I grabbed the sword and all the guards ran as to them it was a sword of the devil and I have to wonder if that is just possibly true…

The more I held the sword, the stronger I became. After a few minutes the sword was like a dagger in my hands and the blade cut the boulder in half in the anti-room, like a hot knife through butter, much to the dismay of the people who worked in the sword makers shop. I bet they cuss me as they try to replace that boulder…

The sword maker opened the door that I entered the room at and he handed me a sheath for the sword. It was made of a strange looking material and pure black. No decoration and after the sword was in it, The sheath molded itself to hold the sword firmly and unmoving. When I put my hand on the hilt, the sheath disappeared instantly and all there was on my belt was a black square about two inches by two inches. Put the sword near it and it would grab the sword and cover it…

The sword maker bowed at my feet and stayed that way as Woewebegone came to get me. Woewebegone had a strange look in his eyes as he looked at me and the sword maker on his knees. Woewebegone just said, “Watch that sword, don’t cut yourself and you get two days off to rest! Then we are going to work even harder…” Then he said something as he was mumbling, “Damn he might just be the one?”

I followed him smiling…

I am writing this from our little Kung Fu home and tomorrow Woewebegone wants to write in the blog. He seems excited about doing it and has been asking lots of questions about what is the Internet and what does everyone expect him to say? Are they critical of what he would say?

Two days off and I am going to sleep…

Stryker
The Zombie Source Code…

PS: I miss Dogg and Girl also…

Time Catches Us All…

*** So we are really back on track and now it is time to start hunting for Zighile Comstock. My dreams have been silent for awhile and my daughter has not been asking for help! I hope that is not a bad sign of things to come… ***

Time is relentless and during that span of time we call our life, our life ceases to exist. Some of us have a longer span of time than others and Vitaly was one of the short spans…

Vitaly true to his word kept the copter verily touching the ice. We were just outside the international boundary before we entered Russian waters. It was ice at this point, but that is moot in the whole picture as we crossed it as if it was land, except at one point that it showed us that water lay beneath. That was the beginning of this story, I will tell you…

We had the snow mobiles and all the supplies safe and sound a hundred meters from the helicopter. That is when Vitaly jumped from the copter and started to run to meet us. The copter shifted in the wind as it lost the last of the uplift that it had and being that the pilot had abandoned, no one was there to correct the shift. It knocked Vitaly flat on his face and landed on his legs…

We could hear his screams as the copter started to crack the ice. I started to run toward him but knew of the helplessness in that act. I was a hundred meters away, but I had to do something to make myself feel better. Then as I was running I saw the ice give out below the helicopter and Vitaly and the copter slid beneath the surface. I kept running and as I tried to make myself believe that he would need help to be drug from the water. As I got closer, I realized that no one was thrashing in the water! All O could see was a set of scratch marks in the ice and snow and ripped off fingernails and blood leading to the open freezing water. I sat down suddenly and started to cry…

Not very he-man like was it? But then I just watched a good friend die in frozen ice cold water, while being dragged under the surface by a sinking helicopter. I all happened so fast that I still do not believe that it really did happen. One minute all was going to plan and the next minute, life just sucks again…

Ben appeared next to me and said, “Lets go the ice is weak here…”

So as I write this from our first night in the tent, (Amazing how good this new system and laptop is Huh? Out in the middle of nowwhere and we have internet…) during a bitterly cold blizzard. We are still located on the ice in the Bering Straight and are trying to make the night, before we start out traveling again to the Ice Hotel Palace that we have to get to. Vitaly had set up that meeting and we knew the contacts up to that point. We hoped that we could get help from that point on. Russian is not a strong point of neither Ben or I…

But for now, Ben, Dogg, Rex (Name of Vitaly’s dog!) and I are staying warm and ate some really, not too bad food. The little paraffin stoves work good for heating and cooking. Rex was crying for hours now, as he realized his daddy was not coming back, I was very sad realizing that because of me and getting Vitaly involved, that he died. It was my fault…

Ben is quiet and in his thoughts and Dogg has grown some more. He is half as big as he was before being reborn. The process seems to have sped up after the changeling incident when he changed to a bear…

So it will takes us two days to reach where we have to go and that is if God is on our side. I hope everyone had a good Easter in the Western world. Here in Russia Easter is not until this weekend coming up. It looks like April 15th to be exact…

If all goes correct, then I will be writing from the Ice Palace next…

Before the storm hit I would have sworn that I saw a church in the distance. It was unlike any church that I have seen before. If my eyes did not deceive me the cross had a beam at the foot of the cross and it was angled. I have never see a cross with two sets of arms. One big one up high like a normal cross and then a small one at the bottom. Like a foot rest for Jesus when he was crucified. Interesting – I would say I was just seeing things and when this storm clears we will find out…

Happy Easter…

Stryker
The Zombie Source Code…

The Noise Deep in the Old Power Plant… (Part 2)

*** Well that is it for today, I have got to go change some bandages on Dogg and I. Also Ben said it is time to eat. So I will finish the story tomorrow or the next day… ***

Okay it has been a few days! I won’t apologize but I will tell you what happened…

Simple terms we got our “butts royally kicked” and are lucky to be here right now. Long terms, let me tell you a story in several parts…

Ending of the last post was “That is when we heard a scraping noise and Dogg let out his Zombie killing growl. I could see his titanium fangs glinting in the light…” That was actually the start of the good times and they got worse from there ever after…

We followed the scraping noise down the left tunnel, as it was obvious that we could not go back the way we came, due to the hatch being mysteriously closed on us. Dogg was sniffing the air and Ben was whining about being scared (Like a Zombie gets scared?) and I was not exactly a happy camper at the terrible noise that we seemed to be getting closer too. It was obvious that this was the noise that we could hear upstairs in the Power plant main building. It just groaned and scrapped and moaned something terrible. We started to hear another noise also and it sounded like running water…

We rounded a bend in the tunnel and came directly upon a underground stream that was flowing at a tremendous pace and we walked along the edge of this huge tunnel with a stream in its floor. Then we saw the noise, it was a huge water powered generator that was locked in place by huge rusty chains and could not move. It was groaning and moaning at the chains that held it from turning. The scraping noise was debris being torn to bits by the force of the water as smashed things against the turbine of the generator that could not move. I looked at my ceramic machete in my hands and for some reason that did not include sanity! Swung the blade as hard as I could at the chains…

The ceramic blade was damn sharp as it severed the first set of chains. Ben screamed at me as if I was a crazy fool and he grabbed Dogg and ran back the way we had come…

I cut a second chain and a third snapped on its own. Then I cut one more and the turbine spun a few feet. I was going to release this turbine and see what would happen. I just knew this was important…

There was about 5 more chains and I severed another one and with that one the force of the water took over and finished the job. The turbine swung freely and built speed like a mad hornet after you tried to smack him…

I backed up and heard groaning and moaning from the bearings of the giant turbine and then I heard the crackling and popping of electricity. Then lights all over the place came on. The place was lit up like a Christmas tree…

The turbine spun faster and faster and it started to create a wind tunnel along with the flowing water. All kinds of debris were being ground up in the blades and shrapnel was flying everywhere…

I ran for it! I had done what I wanted and now would see what would come from it. Was I stupid or not? That is my question for myself…

I got back to the place where we came in and found Dogg and Ben looking at me as if I was some crazy fool that came from another planet. Ben said, “What now?”

I looked down the right sided tunnel and pointed that way! I knew for some reason that this tunnel would lead to the other side of the generator. That I assumed would allow us to get out. The water had to exit somewhere…

I went first and Ben and Dogg stayed away from me for the time being. I really don’t blame them, I must have looked like a maniac cutting chains with a machete… 🙂

The tunnels were lit up very well and we could see all details now. There was huge power cables running along the walls and we found side doors that were all locked and would have to be looked at in the future. But right now we were in the mood to get out and see who closed the trap door on us and also to see what was happening with all this power being produced. I could just feel the whole building coming to life as we walked. The secretes of the Old Power Plant were waking up and coming out of a deep sleep. Something told me that this was no Old Power Plant in reality but an old government installation that was converted. But that is later and now to get out of this well lit dungeon…

We walked around another bend in the tunnel and came upon the river again. This time we were on the opposite side and the wind was like a tornado as it pushed us toward an unknown destination. Hopefully out…

We ended up seeing daylight and as we walked the wind died back and the water took on a slower pace. The tunnel got wider and taller! Then we stepped out into the bright sunlight as the water fell into a huge hole in the ground, lined with concrete. Never to be seen again by us…

All I could wonder was if we fell in that hole?

From the end of the tunnel we could hear the generator howling like a banshee, but the noise was contained by the distance that we were from the source. The only way out from here was up and we started to climb, back the way that we came except on top the ground this time…

We could feel the vibration of the generator even all the way on the surface. It is hard to explain but this generator is huge. I would say it was 20 meters across and must have weighed hundreds of tons of solid steel. It was the damndest thing I ever saw and I still do not know what possessed me to cut it loose. That is a good thought, “What possessed me?”

After about a half hour of walking, we came upon our Old Power Plant and walked around to the front door. The door was completely ripped off the building and if you saw the door you would realize that something really big and tough took that door off. This door was like, well nuke proof…

Something was inside the building and from what I could hear it was not happy. Dogg looked at me as I looked at Ben. I said get ready because we are going to take our home back…

Part 3 – next up…

Stryker
The Zombie Source Code…