heroic-and-immortal  asked:

After the apocolaspe and the outburst is over, society started to have more rules including the no murder unless you wear the mark. Putting a lot of Hunter's and beasts out of business but they find a way to break it. Some people always breaks that rule and when they get caught, they get death... Weeks passed after the new laws, one person who ran a bar was one who broke the rules except no one knew. Her name Atheria Ender.....

Gardner was one of the few who also killed and got away with it, well not completely, they know it’s him and they have tried to take him down, but it really didn’t go the way they though it would, rumors got around that gardner was still hunting even though others are hunting him. Only reason they went to get him was because he had a good amount of money with him and so to either kill him for a reward of three million


It’s always something. A snow storm, a flood, tornadoes, really there was always something to worry about. How little did I worry back then about things that seemed to spark out of fiction. This is how I was caught unaware by the plague of the living dead, and how the place I work for reacted.

I guess my first clue would be when my job started getting a lot more trauma clean up calls. We never got many before then, maybe two or three a month at most. Suddenly we were getting two or three every day, and eventually every hour. It was hard on the crew, it was hard actually managing one loss let alone all we got. Whole families were becoming ill and dying, or like we saw on many occasions how they seemed to walk around for hours or more until someone destroyed their brain.

It was all pretty hush-hush then. We didn’t know what had happened, but honestly we didn’t want to know. Trauma always carried a heavy bill, so business wise we were prospering even if our hearts were heavier. If we had known maybe we wouldn’t have ever done them. Like always we sprayed the scene with a strong disinfectant before we even went in. The crew suited up in tyvek suits with breathing respirators, and the clean up began.

By the time we got to the point of no return we had cleaned a total of fifty-four dwellings. Was this mass suicide? A cult? Or just some new illness that was at horrific levels of contamination?

Once busy, lively neighborhoods now rested in stilled silence. Where dozens of families had called home now only one or two remained. Some left to be with families, others in writhing body bags. You know as someone who watched as many horror movies as I did I should have known, I should have clued myself in. Body bag contents do not move and moan.

The news started breaking the stories of the living dead nearly two months after we began cleaning. The panic was like nothing I had ever seen before. Many companies were putting up “Zombie safe cleanings” like putting a spray of antimicrobial down along your home would keep the virus out. We got those calls, and we were honest. We told them there was nothing you could do to prevent that virus from getting in your home other than not letting a zombie into your house for tea.

We could have made a lot of money in the days of panic, but we didn’t. We maintained our integrity when a lot of other companies were not so noble. I guess that’s why when the plague finally burned itself out that those who had survived came to us for help when it came time to restore their homes.

I’ve talked a lot of about what happened once we cleaned the homes, of families moving back in and those silent neighborhoods slowly filling with the laughter of small children just happy to be out of the government safe camps. But I must say that my bosses were right about not getting into the hype “someday,” I remember one of them saying “Someday they’ll remember that we were a voice of reason. The undead may have taken almost everything from us, but they won’t ever touch our honor or honesty for what we do. If we let that go, we’re no worse than what we’re cleaning.” And you know? He was right.