DC Zombies
Chapter 1.
A Marvel Zombie in Metropolis...
If it hadn't been Metropolis. If only I'd bought that ticket. If only I looked out for that speeding car. You know, the kind of regrets we all have. But it began in Metropolis. There wasn't anything anyone could have done, once Superman...
I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to make an introduction of myself and why I am sitting here in this underground complex, waiting for the inevitable.
I'm a black man, so naturally I made it. Most people know me as Mr Terrific, the man who says "Fair Play!" Ha goddamn ha. I don't play fair anymore. If I had, I would be dead, or worse than dead. Being the third smartest man alive helped as well, I'll have to admit. These days, i'm the smartest man alive. Undead is another story.
When I was with the Justice Society of America or fighting crime and evil doers on my own, I was a striking figure. I wore a fairly simple outfit: leather jacket with my motto in bright red along the arms and the word Terrific on the back, black US Army standard body suit as developed by Wayne Industries, black combat boots and to top it off, a T shaped mask personally made by myself.
Life was good to me, as Mr Terrific and as Michael Holt. Sure, there were the likes of Lex Luthor or the Joker but we always defeated them. There was nothing the Justice Society or the Justice League or anyone of us couldn't't defeat. All was well on Earth.
Then on a typical sunny day, a hole in the sky opened over Metropolis and something came out of it, very, very hungry...
Another time, another place
"It was fortunate I did not become another meal!"
"Just count yourself lucky MODOK"