When Zombies Attack: Overture
Overture: Back To The Future
1 April 2025
(Journal, author unknown)
In retrospect it's probably for the best that only a handful of people ever knew how it all really started.
There were theories flying around from day one, and as the days went on and The Situation (as the media insisted on euphemistically calling it) spread across the country, and then the continent, the theories grew wilder.
Oh sure, there had been people early on who'd claimed it was the wrath of God come down on President Obama's home town, but they'd been the usual fringe lunatics. By the time it reached New York, though, half of Congress seemed ready to force the president to step down, just in case it would appease God, and the other half was convinced it was all a secret government experiment gone wrong -- or possibly right.
By the time they discovered it was nanites, the first victim had been sighted in Paris.
The truth seems almost disrespectful -- as if the dead (and the undead) deserve better than to have been unintentional victims of someone who was the laughing stock of even the inherently laughable "mad scientist community."
1 April 2010
(CCTV footage, audio only)
"Change ... Ya got-- Hey, where am I?"
"Oh, good, you're awake! How are you feeling, then? Bright-eyed and bushy-headed?"
"Ng ..." (struggle) "Let me go, you nutcase! You can't do this!"
"Oh, really?" (cackling) "And who exactly is going to stop me, then? Don't tell me you actually have any friends."
"I. Well. Um. The Nostalgia Critic! He'll get me out of here, he's a good guy like that. Besides, he owes me for helping him during the Brawl. And That Guy will probably tag along just for the potential for mayhem and destruction."
"Well, that was unusually lucid and eloquent of you. The nanites must be working faster than I thought."
"... Nanites? What? What are you doing to me?"
"Oh, relax, it won't hurt. Much." (cackling) "Now hold still so I can draw blood for some tests."
"Fuck you, ASSHOLE!" (struggling)
"I said, hold still. Struggling is useless, these restraints are unbreakabl-- OW! Fuck-- HEY!"
(struggling, metal clanging)
"SUBJECT ZERO ONE HAS ESCAPED. SECURITY HAS BEEN BREACHED. REPEAT: "SUBJECT ZERO ONE HAS ESC--"
"Shut up, stupid computermabob. I-- ARGH! Hurts ... Brains? Brains ... Ya got brains? BRAINS?"
1 April 2025
(Journal, author unknown)
In retrospect it's probably for the best that only a handful of people ever knew how it all really started.
There were theories flying around from day one, and as the days went on and The Situation (as the media insisted on euphemistically calling it) spread across the country, and then the continent, the theories grew wilder.
Oh sure, there had been people early on who'd claimed it was the wrath of God come down on President Obama's home town, but they'd been the usual fringe lunatics. By the time it reached New York, though, half of Congress seemed ready to force the president to step down, just in case it would appease God, and the other half was convinced it was all a secret government experiment gone wrong -- or possibly right.
By the time they discovered it was nanites, the first victim had been sighted in Paris.
The truth seems almost disrespectful -- as if the dead (and the undead) deserve better than to have been unintentional victims of someone who was the laughing stock of even the inherently laughable "mad scientist community."
1 April 2010
(CCTV footage, audio only)
"Change ... Ya got-- Hey, where am I?"
"Oh, good, you're awake! How are you feeling, then? Bright-eyed and bushy-headed?"
"Ng ..." (struggle) "Let me go, you nutcase! You can't do this!"
"Oh, really?" (cackling) "And who exactly is going to stop me, then? Don't tell me you actually have any friends."
"I. Well. Um. The Nostalgia Critic! He'll get me out of here, he's a good guy like that. Besides, he owes me for helping him during the Brawl. And That Guy will probably tag along just for the potential for mayhem and destruction."
"Well, that was unusually lucid and eloquent of you. The nanites must be working faster than I thought."
"... Nanites? What? What are you doing to me?"
"Oh, relax, it won't hurt. Much." (cackling) "Now hold still so I can draw blood for some tests."
"Fuck you, ASSHOLE!" (struggling)
"I said, hold still. Struggling is useless, these restraints are unbreakabl-- OW! Fuck-- HEY!"
(struggling, metal clanging)
"SUBJECT ZERO ONE HAS ESCAPED. SECURITY HAS BEEN BREACHED. REPEAT: "SUBJECT ZERO ONE HAS ESC--"
"Shut up, stupid computermabob. I-- ARGH! Hurts ... Brains? Brains ... Ya got brains? BRAINS?"