KOZ

KOZ
Greetings. My name is Bobby Tequila and I am the Killer of Zombies. A survivor from the forlorn streets from my hometown. I watch with heavy heart how the hoards of people try to devour and judge one another thinking that allowing themselves to fall victim to the strategies of destructive influenes is the proper way to live. Looking at them as they rot and follow down that path with their decomposing corpses, they don't think twice how or about to carry on with themselves. Real simple, instead of reacting to society, I make society react to me. Slay or be slayed. Oh yeah, make sure you bring an axe.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

The Rumors of Purple Z

It's been rumored that a plane used in drug trafficking world crashed into the Amazon rainforests of Brazil almost 2 months ago. What made this crash significant is the reality of a new meth product called the Purple Z being on board. It was a type of drug that has been the craze of late, taking over minds with a hypnotic effect twice as powerful than any product out there now. No doubt about it, just as much as it was new, the meth was lost.... until now.

The Amazon waters are filled with their own chemicals and parasites. Combined with the constant pour of flooding rains, and new forms of algae, life we aren't even aware of exists there. But What happens when a person dies in this mix soup? Add on top of that, what if you were a pilot or a passenger of the plane that crashed there? Yeah, the same plane that carried the Purple Z. Is it possible that this incident created a destiny like no other?

Well, if the rumors are true, this is the place where the dead became undead. The decomposing pilot opened his eyes when the chemicals took over his brain. This difference is swamp parasites also contributed. Yeah, the now undead pilot scavenged for days and became more powerful in strength, pulling his decomposed corpse out from under the torqued metal of the ripped plane and found his way into the small communities buried under the leafy canopy of the rainforests.

It did not take long. Patrons in the community did not survive. They either were lunch or they turned themselves into a zombie as well, after they were bitten of course. Blood, gore, terror, horror, it was all a given when the pilot entered the mudded streets. The citizens did not have a chance. In conclusion, the plague of rising undead took over.




Now look at our world today. Mankind is fighting for itself. One major city after next. One continent after the next. There is no difference in color. This is not about religions or politicians. This is not about race, gender, or relationship preferences. This is not even prejudice to age. Everyone and everything living is all liable to be victimized by this parasite. If you are not a survivor, all I can do is dedicate this blog to your voice. But, if you are fighter, I can only ask to hold your ground. Be a leader, and if you can carry your weapon with you, even when you sleep, do it with class. Be aware, the zombies are out there and they will not care to take away your happiness. Fortify your place in this world and let those value destroyers know that they are not welcomed here anymore.

We all have a purpose here. I am glad you found some time to read this informative and creative view embedded in a survival mode issues while dealing with a zombie apocalypse. Yeah, it might be cosplay, but if you read between the lines, there is more at stake here. I just want to make the experience fun here. If you find it enjoying, a comment or a follow will be appreciated. Everyday, I will take note of parallel real-time events and who knows, I will maybe show you how that destruction could have been avoided. If mankind is gonna rise over the zombies in our society, it begins with you.  

  

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