Zombie Turkey!!!

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happy Thanksgiving y'all!

The Ecology of Malton, and its Metaphysical Implications

As I sit here in the Younghusband Arms, draining the last from the bottle of Chateau de Cochon I found behind the bar, I've been pondering the meaning of what's going on here in Malton. I have come to the conclusion that this isn't just a zombie outbreak as we've seen in the cinema so many times. In fact, I have begun to suspect we are caught up in some grand struggle among the Powers That Be. Let me elaborate...

First of all, no one seems to be able to leave Malton - the universe seems to end at the city limits. Nor are we able to establish any kind of communication with the outside world, even though we have functioning radios and cellular communications. we are effectively and totally cut off from the rest of the earth.

Secondly, everyone here is effectively immortal. Sure, we can fall in battle and rise as a zombie, but this is by no means a permanent transition, even for those in advanced decay. The proper application of Necrotechnology restores life and leaves the subject little worse for wear. And we don't even need to eat! The only sustenance around is beer and wine, which evidence suggests even has some healing properties.

Finally, the bulk of the survivors here are warriors of some sort - either soldiers, cops, or firemen. Those that aren't warriors at the outset (the doctors, scientists and run of the mill civilians) almost uniformly master the arts of war in fairly short order.

What does all this mean? I believe that all of us in Malton, and those who contnue to arrive daily, are the chosen of the Powers That Be, to prepare for a coming Apocalypse. We, the "survivors" of Malton, are in fact the souls of fallen heroes, come to Valhalla, to train for battle in these forsaken streets, to die, to rise, and to await the Call to Glory!

Call it Malhalla, perhaps...

yeeaaarrggghhhh!!!

yeah, this ain't no zombie news, but gotta shout it out - congrats democrats!!