The day of zombie doom

MORBID, Isopholus, and Behemoth all lived in a cave. They told stories about the
old day of how they lived in Chicago. The year is now 2015. Six years ago there was
a out break plague that possessed individuals that turned them into zombies. They
walked the streets . They ran. They fight with every dead strength that they have.
Isopholus is the leader like a father leading around his off spring. Morbid is a witch
that has the powers such as MEDUSA, and HEMLOCK. BEHEMOTH is a archer that has a
writher to the scream of a arrow. Although Isopholus is the leader, he has the strength
of five men combined. All three of them are now in Iowa located near a corn field
inside of a cave. Morbid starts to mix this potion together, and creates a marvelous
potion named amarth. A body replica of a archer appears. After every 10 seconds
another, and another appears for a hour. Morbid created that category for BEHEMOTH.
Then Morbid mixed another potion but for Isopholus this time.


Heaps of warriors in armor…..just like that…..were born. With the access of
Isopholus’s voice, the warrior’s complied. They each had the combination strength
of two men. Then, finally, MORBID created her own creations. Out of the purple liquid
figures with bodies looked human like but their robes were demonic in the color black.
You could not see their faces. Under the narrow hoods lay a grim reaper appearance.
The figures came in all slim shapes. Not even the world could tell which is boy, or
girl but the creator. Each of them had mystical staffs that can shoot out two spells,
orbs, and runes. It was night time and, the three of them gathered their soldiers
together. Then at that very moment they each heard agonizing yells that would
sound like a leopard yelling away from a long distance. It was a legion of zombies
that came in the 100,000’s.


How a nasty joust of their teeth clenched inside their mouths. The zombies screeched
with a hungry verse such as that of a pack of lions chasing their prey. Isohpolus got
army ready. For his words deemed “They come in the many, but though have a one
tracked mind. We fight with pride, and we shall rise.” With that Isopholus walked
forward out of the cave twenty meters on a hill hence from there he gazed onwards
out into the couple of leagues away where the zombies lurked. They each looked like
narrow little dots like fleas. They were swarming around. They each could run up to
fifteen miles per hour. Simultaneously Behemoth gathered his set of archers on the top
of the cave hence they left from. His words deemed “Archers, we fight with tendencies
higher than that of the enemy…..the zombies. For the staves of our bows will speak for
themselves!” With that, Behemoth held the command for them to fire with a halt until it
was the perfect time to fire. Lastly, Morbid exited the cave with a vastly amount of
phoenixes which were huge as horses. Mounted on each phoenix, the shades that Morbid
had created sat up with that of a pumped chest as king lion heart once had. They each
had staffs of their own ready. Morbid lead her phoenix first twenty meters where
Isopholus was standing with his army of knights. The other phoenixes followed instinct-
ively behind Morbid. They finally got to the foot of the hill where Isopholus, and his
many men stood bravely upright. The men, and Isopholus created a gap in the middle of
the hill for Morbid, and her set to take flight, and with melee men on the left, and melee
men on the right, just like that Isopholus, and his many soldiers shouted such courage
with their voices, words, and armor as though Achilles had just slayed one of his opponents, and at the moment of his slaying his men would cheer for him, and with
that cheer the phoenixes all ran in a single file line up from the middle, and with that,
phoenixes went every direction in the air. Morbid’s eyes turned blood shot looking a
league away ready for the first wave of attack. Morbid sprang words forth saying “
zombies may have strength, but very low mental minds”.


Back on the hill Isopholus dwelled his words…”It is time……god help us. Proceed!!!” said Isopholus, walking towards the battle field with his soldiers mimicking. Behemoth
then called out “Archers!!!...Ready!!!! To The Hill!” They ran to the hill in the hundreds. There was about a good 300 archers set. They arrived at the top of the hill merely seeing Morbid, and her top flight phoenix warriors attach the hungry feigned zombies with just visible orbs from a distance. Then Behemoth saw Isopholus, and his thousand brave warriors proceeding on to the battle field. Isopholus, and his thousand brave warriors were now fifty yards away from the gory battlefield of marching zombies that Morbid created from above. “ Warriorssss!!!!! Rush Them!!!!.”, and with that, Isopholus ran with no remorse, and his thousand warriors ran after him with the same intention to slay the mutilating zombies.


Morbid yelled from above “ ISOPHOLUS!!!, lead your men into different sectors!!!!!”
Morbid ment for Isopholus to tell his men to go diagonal positions but it was too late.
They were charging like ferocious bulls ready with their horns and in just moments of seconds Isopholus was slashing his blade thoroughly with his men following right behind him. TO BE CONTINUED…….