Prologue

They're gone… He looks at the corpses of his two daughters holding back the tears that threatened to surface. He then turns to his wife Charlotte who was lying beside him coughing blood profusely, holding the bite gash on her neck. His wife then grimly smiles and says

"Please my love…. Kill me before I turn into one of "Them"…"

The man then says to his dying angel "No… NO! I refuse to let you die Charlotte! I… I... LOVE YOU!

She then says "You know what happens sweetie if you get bitten… I don't…want to see myself like this and I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't care my life is not worth living without you!"

"Please Axel… as she places her hand in his "you have to live… for me and them. Promise me Axel…" as she begins to sob.

"Ok… I will." he then squeezes her hand tight.

"Axel… I have one last thing I need…"

"Anything Darling! He says as he begins to pull himself up.

"Kiss me… I want to kiss you one last time before I go my love."

He then slowly leans down to his wife and kissed her one last time.

She reaches and cups his cheek and whispers… "I love you my darling… please do it…"

Axel then slowly stands and places the shotgun to his wife's forehead. He shakes and trembles pulling the lever back and whispers choking through muffled tears

"I love you too Charlotte… Say hi to kids for me..."

His wife smiles and mouths "I will."

He then turns away and pulls the trigger with a sickening BANG! He then drops to his knees finally losing his last amount of sanity and cries. He then held the body of his now dead wife squeezing it hoping that this was some sort of twisted sick nightmare. He continued to sob into her chest as he reminisced of his wonderful family. From the moment he met his angelic wife to his wonderful daughters being born, he continues to weep knowing he would never see them in this life again… He sat there holding her for what seemed like hours stroking her silky dirty blonde hair, only to be awoken by the bashing on the door.

He places his wife's corpse down wiping away his tears. The door finally gives way as hordes of "them" shuffle forward awaiting to taste the flesh and blood of the only living soul left. Axel then blasts away using the last of his shells screaming:

"Come on! Come on you undead basters! Don't you wanna piece of me!?"

He then is backed up to the opposite wall using his shotgun as a club beating them back to no avail. As he is slowly surrounded he says

"Sorry my love, looks like I couldn't keep my promise heh heh…"

However he notices the faint glint of metal as he sees the reaping scythe placed into the wall. As the moon shone unto it gleamed seemingly beckoning to him. He grabs it off and decapitates a nearby zombie.

"Heh… that felt good…."

He then slices another one… and another… and another until his new found bloodlust had him cackling in ecstasy. He spins as he became a bringer of death and destruction swinging his scythe decapitating zombie after zombie as he screamed

"YES! MORE MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" "COME ON! LET ME SEND YOUR UNDEAD SOULS TO HELL!"

After the last of undead fell with their blood painting the barn's walls a deeper crimson red, A lone man stood at the center of the sea of corpses. Gone was the timid farmer Axel Steen… what was left was something far more sinister than the hordes of "them". This day… z-day… the legend was born… only known in American folklore as… the self-proclaimed reaper of undead souls… The Grim Weaper.