The Village of Dead Souls: A Zombie Novel by Michael Wallace

Author:Michael Wallace [Wallace, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Zombies
ISBN: 1477637346
Amazon: B0087B79OY
Goodreads: 15715363
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2012-05-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Ravens perched in the trees, lining the road, while two Turkey Vultures silently soared above in the darkening sky. The usual shades of deep blue had transformed to orange and red from the excessive amounts of smoke, which filled the air. Even the clouds had blackness about them, but not from rain. On the edge of the zombie village, led by Titus, Prometheus approached along with Nemi the Egyptian and Hod from the ice age. The scenery gave him a sense of death, no longer full of vibrant colors, all replaced with browns and rusty earth tones. He could not see any visible signs, which gave him this feeling. Demise held a heavy presence hanging in the air. Unlike the days when he lived along the Mediterranean, this experience felt comfortable, as if he belonged in this environment.

The Greek man noticed how the settlement had grown from a small shantytown to a sprawling village, complete with permanent 16th century European style huts made from raw wood and adobe with grass-thatched roofs. He saw a forgery where some of the ancient souls pounded metal into weapons. Two undead, dressed in military uniforms, holding long wooden pikes, approached and stopped the visitors on the edge of the town. Titus stepped forward from between the two guards. He offered a smile, along with a quizzical stare, as he extended his hand. "Greetings, I'm told you are my old friend Prometheus inside a new body. It appears the gods have sent you back to us for a purpose."

"Yes, brother, it is your old friend. I have returned after a long absence from this strange future world of our descendents. It appears the gods do indeed have plans for me. As for what those plans may be, I am still at a loss for ideas."

The two dead men grabbed each other by the forearm, pulled themselves close and hugged in the ancient form of a handshake. Titus said, "It brings me much pleasure to see you again, my old friend."

The ancient Greek man replied, "Gratitude, it is of equal pleasure to see you again. So much has changed. A familiar face is a welcome sight."

The rebel leader smiled and said, "The irony of this afterlife is never ending. You lost your life by the sword of an ancient soldier and now you return to occupy the body of a modern fighting man." He welcomed the three visitors into his village. Other living dead staggered between the buildings, paying no attention to the new arrivals.

As the men walked toward the open village center, Titus explained, "If you have come to continue our old debate, I am afraid you will be greatly disappointed in my answer. The many years you have been gone has only hardened my stance. The descendant’s behavior only proves my argument true, with their ways of making war on our tribe, and all other tribes in this land. As the numbers in our village have grown, since we last spoke, it proves I am not alone in this belief.

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