Yeah hi. This idea is based on something that has been flying around my sick little head for the passed couple months. (Actually, that's how long it has taken to fully EVOLVE. I know what is going to happen (which is the problem with most of my other fics, I DON'T know what is going to happen.) I've had the half formed thought of a fic that this is spawned from has been flying around for about a year.) And I have to write it or else my head voices will start to complain.

This chapter doesn't seem like it should tie in with the next few, but it will, eventually. This is a whole thing about... well... its kind of a doom fic, with a plot. And the dooming doesn't start until I have a FEW more chapters up. This may seem a LOT like the prologue to something else that someone else did, but it isn't (when you read this, if you've read the fic I'm talking about, you'll understand. But then again, if this seems familiar, its most likely because I've had to post and repost this story about 342342 quadrillion times.

This takes place in a universe where The Most Horrible X-Mass Ever was the last episode. I know that it wasn't, but lets just say it is. Does anyone even know if it's on anymore?

I wrote this chapter in and around skool, and I wrote the first and second chapters on a bus to and from the Museum of Natural History in New York. Linkin' Park is good music to write to. This is one damn long intro. I think I'll start now.

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Zombie Fanfiction of Doom

Black Silver

Prologue

There are some people who think there are only two types of people in the

world, the Leaders, and the Followers. They tend to use this for MOTIVATIONAL speeches, and for the most part, it works. No one wants to be the little lamb following the shepherd, but that's not the point, is it?

No, it's not. For all of its success in the motivational field, that information is incorrect. In reality, there are four types. Each type with their own tragic side.

The True groups, The Leaders, The Followers, The Rebels, and the Shells. The Leaders were born to lead a cause of high popularity. One example is the government. I do not take sides for political parties, for each one has their strong points, and their weak ones. Each party is lead by a leader. They only know their place, never comprehending that someone else might have a different idea.

The Followers were only meant to do what they are told to do, never questioning, never wondering what life was like for someone that followed a different opinion. They are the mindless drones in factories that do their job, and go home to their families. Every single damn day. They cannot help it. IF you told them to 'think outside the box' they would be completely lost and would not know where to start.

The Rebels are the third type, and are very tragic. They are almost a sub- division of the leaders. They were born to lead rebellions, to question what countless generations of mankind have done before them. But, they were Born To Lead. If not for the end part of the sentence, they would be what they hate the most. The only difference between Leader Groups and Rebel Groups is that the Leader Groups have Followers behind them, and Rebel groups have other Rebels behind them, ready to lead, if the rebel leader falls.

The fourth, and most tragic group is the Shells. The Shells are the empty, soulless husks of people that once had high hopes and dreams, but have had those stolen from them. The sad thing about Shells is that they could be from ANY group at all. They could be from the Leaders, more often, they are from the Followers, or from the Rebels. Everyone has something that they love very dearly. The shells have had that thing stolen from them, whether by death, or theft, or by denial. They will walk around in a daze for as long as that state if being is in effect. Their eyes, instead of a being bright and brimming with life, are dull and seemingly are dead. Their hair, which may have once been healthy, and clean, will now seem dull, limp, and will always have he appearance of being dirty, no matter how much it is washed. Their mental aptitude may rise, or it may fall. Most of the time, they will never return to their former state of being, their soul forever lost within itself, but sometimes...

The soul will find itself, and take revenge on the one who stole their pride and joy.

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Well the prologue is finally done. I'm Jealous of most of you authors! You manage to get your chapters looking nice! And mine look like they're piled slop! How do you do it!? The next chapter should be longer, and hopefully more interesting. I have a question. For most of you, when you type in the three periods ( indicating silence) if you only type three, does Ffnet correct it and leave it as one dot? mkoblentz@monmouth.com tell me in an email or leave a review! Please!