Prologue
Nobody knows how it started, it's one of those events that happened for seemingly no reason. I'm sure somewhere out there someone knows how it began. Perhaps a scientist, a religious figure, a governmental official, a foreign dignitary. Perhaps Anvil God was the only one who knew why this happened, the single truth is that we will probably never know.
Even with the increasing popularity of zombie movies, games, music and books we never saw it coming. We as a people never expected something like this to really happen, it was fun to imagine or pretend it would, come up with silly Zombie Plans, but when it came down to it none of us were prepared. None of us were ready for what was nicknamed Armageddon Day.
It was a seemingly normal day for most of us, the sun was shining and the shamans were helping us gather cheese, it was pretty much your typical day. We had just finished one of the more difficult maps when it happened, a strange mouse appeared. Her listless fur was raggedy and falling off in clumps, blue-ish colored skin could be seen in various bald spots on her body. Her tail looked broken and was slowly oozing blood from a big gash, her eyes were glazed, blood caked around her muzzle and on her paws. O put it simply she looked like something the cat literally dragged in.
The shaman had immediately taken action, telling us to ring the poor creature to the mouse hole so she could be comfortable and recover somewhere safe. Immediately I had felt uneasy, something seemed off, but if the shaman commanded something you obeyed, that's just how it was.
When we got close to her she went completely rabid, her blood splattered paws were clawing and slashing at us as she squeaked furiously, trying to latch onto us with her enormous front incisors. At one point she had actually grabbed a hold of one mouse's tail, biting it in half, greedily gnawing and sucking on the part she had ripped clean off.
