The Death Doll: Exodus - Prologue (English)
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prologue. He sent me in the middle of a valley full of dry bones. Dede muttered, staring blankly at sun bleached skeletons strewn about the Santee Sioux reservation, which to her waning vision appeared as little white blobs. A once proud nation. She had come to know through a friend's epic tales over the last two years had been reduced to cloth and ivory about as long ago. People who had endured as much as these didn't deserve such a fate. Her metaphoric heart broke for them and for their last descendant, mere feet away, Asked Isaac Yancy, one of her new defenders, Ezekiel 37 1. She clarified though these bones won't be getting up anytime soon. Her massive enforcer nodded. Yeah, ain't nothing left of him to get up with. They must have died at the start. Young Rochelle, Ortega said with dismay. Like they got no warning. Did they even get their kids out That sh it ain't right, man, Isaac said like he wanted to do something about it though. His sharpened baseball bat dangled from his meaty hand as uselessly as his ire did he felt the same. But who was left to answer for this? I guess there's an upside though, Rochelle said if they all rotted out the rest will to then it'll all be over. DD wanted to take some solace in that. But what comfort would it bring to her grieving panel member who asked to come here only to see his home like this. She regretted this detour as she watched bob winter bear gray brood over the bones of his people. If she was still alive, she would have wept, She couldn't even give him a big hug lest she tempt her fierce hunger. I'm sorry bob was all she could offer. Bob sighed heavily, then turned and walked away. Isaac and Rochelle followed him back to their little convoy parked near the Missouri River, splitting up between Greg's Ford F150 and the up armoured motor coach that Ferried their people and protected their fuel tanker. All three bodies faded from DDS view in seconds joining the eternal blur. That was her horizon. She cursed the rot, gradually claiming her eyesight, but she didn't need to look far to see the fate that awaited her though technically as dead as the remains around her, she would not feel the same piece she would take from every need her body was too dead to satisfy until her neural stimulator unit failed and then she would wander like any other zombie until her treated skin succumbed to the elements and all the stuffing. Keeping her shape spilled out. Nothing was meant to last. But the thought of the damage she would do until her final death terrified her. And what would she leave behind her face and body as they once were, could still be seen in any porn shop unworthy. Testaments to the person she had become in the 2.5 years since her suicide. Only one object on this planet embodied that now she removed her choker and stared at the half mutilated baby doll face on her new cameo as if looking into a funhouse mirror. Half a sweet child, half a terrifying skull that was her. Now a dolled up zombie with a mostly working brain. She was a cautionary tale to end them all. Don't sell your body's kids or you'll end up like this undead *****, love it or fear it. That pendant showed who she really was, not, who she wanted to be. She was more than just a made up face. She was a woman with strength and hope. She was the one who defended survivors seeking an upright and decent life after so much death. She was the one who would cut down the dead masses to free the world of the same horrible plague that made her what she was today. She was the death doll.