Forge of The Undead

UPS NEWS SERVICE FLASH 7/10/2012 7:31 A.M.

Local authorities in Cape May County New Jersey are disturbed after discovering what some people are calling a ZOMBIE BABY. The gruesome remains were found in an old farmhouse in the Dias Creek area of Middle Township. Authorities stress there is no cause for alarm and that further information will be released as it becomes available.

UPS NEWS SERVICE UPDATE RE: ZOMBIE BABY 7/11/2012 6:29 PM

Federal authorities have been called in to assist various local law enforcement departments in the investigation of a dead child found in an abandoned farmhouse. An unnamed source who was present when the body was found said the child appeared to be twelve to eighteen months old. He further added that said child possessed a mouthful of sharp teeth, not unlike a shark, and one eye that seemed to stare at everyone at the same time.

Another witness told me the body showed signs of decay in spots, but otherwise was in remarkably good condition. Its skin had a yellow tint and the fingernails had continued to grow, forming spirals that resembled claws. The toenail had curled under, then grown upward thru the hairy feet. When I asked if he thought it was a Zombie, he simply answered, Yes.

Nobody seems to know who first reported the body to authorities, or how long the Zombie has been buried, hidden, waiting? The feds have yet to release any information on the investigation. As further information is received (or at 9:00 PM tomorrow) we will update our news flash service to keep you informed on the latest developments to this baffling mystery.

UPS NEWS SERVICE UPDATE RE: ZOMBIE BABY 7/12/2012 1:00 PM

Government investigation answers few questions. By James Jimbo Zackman

At 9:00 this morning, John Greenburg, senior FBI agent in charge of the Phil.-S. Jersey region, released this statement. After a brief but intense investigation of the so-called Zombie baby, the FBI, in conjunction with other federal agencies, have determined the entire matter is a hoax, perpetrated by person/persons unknown. Everyone can relax. There is not, nor ever was a Zombie baby". The appropriate authorities will continue to investigate this case but limited in scope to finding the author of the hoax. Now, let me make something perfectly clear. The child was a man-made doll. During testing, the doll was severely damaged, and the remains were incinerated. The FBI will issue no additional statements regarding this incident.

The above statement from the FBI is the total report generated by this investigation. Not one word about why anyone would hide a creepy looking doll in a farmhouse. Why was the doll incinerated so quickly? Was it in discomfort after its test? Why the hurry? Did the Feds think the doll was going to run away? Seriously, of the six people who saw the doll, three can no longer be found. The other three, all in law enforcement, have no comment. These things do not pass the sniff test, nor does this. The county fire marshal, acting on the advice of the FBI, ordered the old farmhouse burnt to the ground.

I understand from talking to colleges that very few people know about this incident. It seems mainstream media has no clue that the government may be telling the public less than the full truth. I will make every effort to keep those of you reding my reports informed. Hopefully, more will follow when I have new information, and perhaps some answers to this incident.

He knew the next time he left his bed it would be for a trip to the morgue. Since his wife had left, he and his valet de chamber had lived a quiet life in a small village in southern New Jersey. He had not left the house in years, which was ironic, because his wife had left him after many sudden, and usually long disappearances. He often thought of telling her about his activities, but she would have either not believed him, or thought he had lost his mind.

His valet, Fredrick, had read him the reports about a Zombie baby being discovered.

Untold ages before Mankind first appeared on earth Demigods, Elves, Trolls, and other entities fought for domination. The Demigods had held rein for eons, but with the dawning of the Age of Mankind the Lesser Races mistakenly thought there would be a decline in their power. They hoped an alliance with Man, who according to the Gods, would process great strength and valor, would help them break the bonds that were holding them vassal to the Demigods. They failed to understand to true intent of the Major Gods.

The Gods had been creating life forms since time immortal. Most of the time things went well, Pixies, Fairies, Elves and the first crude humanoid like creatures. Others not so well. The Troll Race were most numerous of the second group. There also existed a few members of two species that were so vile, they were not spoken of, not even by the Gods themselves. The safety valve in the Gods plan was that with the coming of Man, the Elder races would slowly die off, on their own. Mankind would not necessarily have to eradicate them to correct the misadventures of the Gods.

Lord Odyden, the Evil One, was the most powerful of the Lesser Gods. He was also by far the vilest. He held a dark secret that would visit terror and bloodshed upon humans. For Odyden, in defiance of the Gods, had studied at length from the forbidden Scroll of Life. Using his gleamed knowledge, he desired to birth a new life form, totally dependent and obedient to himself only.

Hidden deep underground, away from the prying eyes of his fellow Demigods, Odyden threw himself fully into his task. Many years he toiled in secrecy, attempting to bring animation to various foul creatures. Failure after failure was the only fruit of his endeavors.

Hoyden’s body was paying a price for living without any sunlight. His once sun-bleached hair was now listless and dirt encrusted, hanging gray below his bony shoulders.

His skin that had lost most of its color and seemed almost translucent. The pupils of his eyes had enlarged to the point that they looked like the glowing orbs of an owl or perhaps a lizard.

Frustrated and furious, Odyden was considering ravishing his workshop hewed from stone and returning to the surface to dwell, when a wee bit of movement caught his eye.

Fearful of missing further motion Odyden slowly crossed to the other side of the lab and gazed down at the small rat like creature lying on a stone slab. Bending over to get even nearer Odyden watched the rhythmic rise and fall of the small animal’s ribcage. Standing erect he let loose a victory cry so loud he was afraid the Demigods on the surface of the earth would hear. As he thought about it for a moment, he realized he did not care. He had just created life! He was a Demigod no longer; he had just ascended into the ranks of the Major Gods.

Odyden was now as powerful as most Gods, but unlike the others, who wished for Man’s success, he wished only to spew terror and evil upon them for the pure joy of watching them suffer. Knowing the other Gods would have a difficult time stopping him, even if they knew of his plans, he set himself back to his work with renewed vigor. Venturing above ground for a prolonged period for the first time in years, Odyden sets traps baited with lures to capture Trolls. The Ogres, although ugly and extremely violent, are intelligent and more importantly, physically strong. He planned to use the captured Trolls to greatly enlarge to size of his underground fortress. Within a week’s time he has ensnared a dozen Trolls, including to his delight and utter amazement, the Troll Lord, Zomba. After being enslaved to Odyden's will, the powerful Trolls, led by Zomba, quickly enlarged the size of the hidden stone fortress. He then sent slaves to capture and bring back Pixies and Fairies. After being completely enthralled to his will they are released, ready to return to do his bidding when summoned.

Being in the sun again temporarily helped his appearance but was short lived when he again vanished into the bowels of the earth. He had no intention of returning to the sunshine anytime soon, for he had his own method of illuminating his underground fortress. Choosing rocks the size of his fist he caused them to emit an eerie blue light with just the touch of his hand. Among the Gods this was considered child play, among the Elder Races, evil dark magic.

Now alone in his stone lair, with the ability to create live, Odyden devised a plan to lay waste to the minds and bodies of the newborn Humans. The Evil Lord, by virtue of his secret studies, knew not only when Man would first appear on earth, but also the nature of his conception. Using his somewhat limited knowledge of creation, but trusting in his mastery of black magic, the Master of Evil attempted to preempt the Gods with his own perverted version of Mankind.

His first attempt did not turn out well. The slightly human looking body was missing vital parts, such as a second arm, leg, and ear. A thinking brain was not a huge consideration currently, animation of the flesh, ergo life, was. There was neither.

Odyden walked to the far end of his redoubt, across from the Troll hewed stone stairway that led to the earth’s surface. Here the Trolls had been forced to chip away at the living rock with primitive tools, constructing their own prison. Standing outside the cell the Evil One caused his dilated eyes to glow. An eerie yellow light enveloped their cell, awakening the always hungry Trolls. After forcing them to the back of the cell with a deadly stare, Odyden motioned for one of the Trolls to follow him. He did not bother to lock the cell, hungry or not, they would dare not leave.

He had found by trial and failure that a starving Troll would eat nearly anything including another Troll. Pixies and Fairies were difficult to catch but once in hand, with wings removed, a delicacy. Elves were tough and stringy but edible if bleed out and roasted on a bed of hot rocks. Odyden would now determine whether the Troll wished to expand their diets. Approaching the semi-human form lying on a waist high flat stone slab, Odyden bid the Troll with him to eat. Reaching the body, the Troll gripped the right arm with a huge clawed hand, and with a vicious twist was rewarded with the severed forearm. Gingerly sampling a mouthful of flesh secured by sharp yellowing fangs, the Troll moaned, as if in ecstasy. Never in the Trolls life had he ever experienced anything that had given him more pleasure than gnawing on the flesh of the Human.

Odyden saw the glow of terrifying hunger in the eyes of the Trolls remaining in their cell and knew that even he might not be able to control them. He bid them come forward and feed.

He stood off to the side, quiet and spellbound by the morbid sight unfolding before his eyes. Zomba, the alpha male and Lord of the Trolls was huge, towering nearly a foot above most of the others. He had come and laid claim to the humanoids head for his own. A clawed hand, infused with the strength of his race, closed around the cadaver’s neck. A moment later the severed head was his. Using both hands the head was brought to his lips where a little suction around the eye socket rewarded the Troll with a tasty treat. A bite or nip here and there rewarded Zomba with a nose, lips, and ears. Zomba knew that the internal organs of living things were, by far, the favorite treat of Trolls. Looking down to find some tender part to ingest, Zomba roared with such intensity and rage that it reached earth’s sun-drenched surface. Gazing about at the few scraps of uneaten humanoid flesh that remained left, those meager pieces of meat hanging from talon or fang of his fellow Trolls, Zomba viciously slammed the head in his hand onto the raised stone slab that had held their morbid entree. Zomba, glancing up from the shattered skull observed that the other Trolls had sated their appetites to the point where they would not contest him for a taste of brain, the only thing remaining of the once human form. Picking up a shard of bone with gray matter still attached Zomba crunched the bone as would a wolf with a deer bone. The instant gratification nearly staggered him. Unable to trust his senses he picked up a larger piece of skull and cleaned it of brain matter with an oversized, wart covered tongue. This time the results are even more overwhelming. Zomba was the Troll Lord and had existed for untold years. He had experienced all the joys and pleasures available to the powerful, but he had never, ever experienced the ecstasy he felt while feeding on the flesh and brains of the Humanoid.

Odyden’s surge of joy from his accomplishment soon changed to concern, for he now realized that the Gods plan to eradicate the Elder Races would affect his own. Not willing to lose what he had labored so hard for he hurriedly began the next phase of his terrifying plan. He was still unable to create a living humanoid, but he had come to realize it really did not matter. He would start a breeding program, designed to isolate the Trolls with the most robust appetite for human flesh and brains. Luckily for Odyden, trolls were both lusty and quick to mature.

During the breeding phase of his program Odyden continued to create human forms to feed his Trolls. The Trolls who gave up the teat and began feeding on Human parts at the earliest age were the ones he sought. Odyden came to accept the fact that until The Gods conferred life to Mankind, his vile creations would remain inanimate, for even the Master of Evil was not mighty enough to trump the collective will of the Major Gods. Odyden would wait, for he had learned well the use of time.

Odyden's young Trolls, which he called Feeders, grew strong as they neared the age when they could reproduce. He knew that with the Awakening of Man the Elder Races would start to disappear from the earth. Odyden knew that this would include his newly breed flesh eating

Trolls, and this he could not allow to happen.

Not having seen sunlight since he had formulated his plan, Odyden had dire need of current events on the surface above. Summoning his enthralled Pixies and Fairies, he sent them forth to gather news of the realm and to spy on the Gods. Petite to begin with, the Master of

Evil had used black magic to render the wee fluttering entities virtually invisible. Gaining access to the Hall of the Gods was accomplished with little effort by the diminutive spies. The gathering of information requested by Odyden was swiftly obtained, as the Gods hid nothing amongst themselves in their own hall. Leaving as quietly as they had come, the miniature spies reported back to Odyden. They informed him that there was great excitement but also concern among the Gods, for the awaited time was nigh. With the ascension of the next new moon, Human life would be established on earth, and the Age of Man would begin.

Odyden listened to the report with growing unease. He knew what needed to be done, but he did not know if he could do it. The Gods planned to populate various areas of the earth with humans. Minor variations in color and appearance would help the First-born adapt to their environment. They would be free, and even encouraged, to sexually mingle with the members of other groups of humans. Men would outnumber women out of necessity. By virtue of the strength and sense of self bestowed upon them by the Gods, they would fight. They will battle over land, possessions, women, and they would die. Had the Gods fully realized the great price the Humans would pay in their epic struggle against the Trolls, the Gods would have isolated Mankind in areas far from the influence of Trolls, for the future of the First-born would be in serious doubt.

Odyden knew the Troll species would soon begin to die off, as planned by the Gods. He needed to transform the Trolls hunger for Human brain to the one species not scheduled to disappear, the First-born! But there he had major problems, the first being to secure Humans to be used in his morbid plan. Using his slave labor force, he had sturdy traps erected. Odyden would bait his snares with fluttering Pixies and Fairies, while the curiosity of the newly awakened humans would do the rest.

The Evil Lord began to dream of things to come. Knowing the First-born were to be created in the image of the Gods, Odyden realized the men would be handsome, the women a joy to behold. If perchance he captured a female of exceptional beauty, he would enslave her to his will, both mentally and physically. Hiding from his own kind and unwilling to have sex with the Lesser Races, the act of fortification was a fond but distant memory. With luck and the rising new moon Odyden hoped to end both his loneliness and self-imposed sexual fast.

Odyden felt a shutter run through his body as another thought crossed his mind. Although he had studied the Scroll of Life from front to back, he had no idea as to the fate of the Gods.

He knew more of the destiny of Man than his own. He was uneasy with his lack of knowledge of the Gods future, but that problem would have to wait, for he had more pressing issues at hand.

The Master prepared for the arrival of his guests. Separate male and female cells were chipped out from the bowels of the mountain he called home. A nursery area was created to aid in the maturing of his feeders. Vast quantities of water and provisions were laid in. His slave

Trolls, taught to create the humanoid forms used as food, were working in shifts around the clock. Odyden wished to breed Human eating Trolls and that required large amounts of flesh. If the slaves did not supply enough humanoids, Odyden informed them they would be used as food.

Odyden had observed the mating rituals of the Trolls on numerous occasions. He knew beyond a doubt that a female Human could not survive a mating session with an adult Troll. The large penis of a Troll was a minor source of concern to Odyden but nothing in comparison to the sheer violence inflicted upon the female as the male Troll neared climax. He had been working on a fornication cage, designed to protect the woman’s body from the claw and fangs of the Troll, but her vagina would have to endure the encounter. The Evil One would attempt to mate the smallest sexually mature male in his stable of Trolls with a fully mature woman who had many sexual experiences. Odyden guessed that if she was lucky and strong, she might endure the sex and hopefully conceive. He doubted she would survive childbirth. The average Troll could weigh twenty pounds at birth.

His idea to impregnate a She-Troll was much more basic. With her legs spread wide and ankles shackled to stakes, she would be bent over a large log and chained into position, her vagina readily available for penetration from behind. Odyden planned on covering her hairy body with a tarp, leaving only her smoothly shaved ass exposed. Knowing a vigorous penis would be required for the undertaking, Odyden would introduce a captured Human female into the Men’s cell. With his prior knowledge about Man, Odyden was aware that the Gods would create the First-born with a heightened sense of sexuality. He planned on personally teaching his new Human sex toy, whom he would call Adelia, the finer points of preforming oral sex on a male. Needing to ascertain the size of the male’s penises and the quantity of sperm ejected, and hence the chance of siring a Troll, Odyden would teach her how to give facials. He would not abide the sex slave hiding a penis in her vagina or up her ass, hidden from his view. He could enjoy some erotica and also gain the information he needed. A rare smile crossed his face, for his tenure as teacher was about to begin.

Returning his thoughts to the present problem, Odyden knew it was a large one. Troll females, like many of the other Elder Races, would only copulate when in heat and Odyden knew he could not torture or threaten Man into mating with the She-Trolls. Fear and an erection were not compatible. Odyden pondered his problem long before the obvious solution dawned on him. He did not need the sex slave. The First-born males would be vain and proud. Put into captivity, they would view amongst themselves for supremacy. Odyden felt that if challenged, the

Humans would rise to the occasion. First dare them, then promise reward.

The Human males, plucked from cages after the night of the new moon, would sample sex for the first time with comely Elf females supplied by him. Odyden would personally check the vaginal depth of all his captive Elves, selecting only those who were truly small. Odyden would count on the frustration Men would feel when finding out the sexual organ of the Elves could not fully accommodate their erections. Odyden hoped that Man, after spurting his seed into shallow containers, would dare hope for a deeper receptacle. With nothing but their hairless butt exposed, the First-born would have little reason to hesitate. He wanted them to bury their penises deep into the She-Trolls.

Odyden, now confident with his plan, would order Zomba, his enslaved Lord of Trolls, to prepare three young virgin She-Trolls for the carnal attention of Man. Although not needing

Adelia to orally stimulate Man, Odyden still had dire need of her. Above the chain bound

She-Trolls, he would hang a flat wooden platform, suspended by chain from the overhead rock.

Out of the reach of Man but within easy view, a naked Adelia, sitting on a plain three-legged stool with knees spread wide, would attempt to bring the First-born males to full arousal. Odyden. physically tired and mentally drained, retired to his private quarters.

Reviewing his plans yet again he knew there was little more he could do until the Coming of Man. He had the motivation and wherewithal to deal with the New Race, what he sorely lacked was the proper respect for the intellect of the Gods.

Thoridon, Lord of the Gods, had long monitored the movements of Odyden. Studying forbidden text tended to draw attention to the reader, regardless of how secretive they be

Thoridon long had his own spies, drawn from members of the Elder species. After all, the Gods were responsible for their existence. Odyden accomplished little that the Gods were unaware of. His plans were of another matter, for he confided in no one.

The Gods, knowing the privacy of their hall had been compromised, sought, and found the intruders. Ordering them to speak true, the Gods were able to deduce most of Odyden's evil plan. Erasing the last hour of questioning from the wee spy’s mind, the Gods openly discussed the approaching Coming of Man. They decided the next full moon would herald in the Age of Man. The Fairies and Pixies, heads full of disinformation, fled back to Odyden's fortress to give him the good tidings.

Thoridon, now aware of Odyden's vile plan, delayed the emergence of humans.

He also altered the makeup of Man; insuring Mankind would rather die than sexually touch or be touched by a Troll. If raped, a woman would commit suicide at the first opportunity.

Odyden arose early the morn of the eve of the new moon. Sleep had eluded him, so great was his excitement. Summoning the Troll Lord, he ordered Zomba to place the traps for ensnaring Man into their predetermined positions. He wanted the cages baited with captive Pixies and Fairies by noon. Emotions that threated to overwhelm him arose. Within the day he would begin the education of Adelia, his personal sex slave. After her training was complete, he would be able to begin breeding Trolls and Humans. Odyden realized that although he had Trolls with a desire for Human flesh and brains, Mankind, after discovering that Trolls wished to eat them, would most likely resist. He reasoned that Man would flee or fight when encountering Trolls. If a Man could be bred with a Trolls hunger for flesh, Odyden would continue to mate his monsters with Human females, hence ridding them of major Troll features. He did not need perfection; unattractive Humans would serve his plans. He was not sure how many generations it might take to evolve into the desired results, but with an endless supply of Human females to choose from he planned to enjoy the wait.

Odyden would teach his creatures to seek out small groups of Humans to befriend. After gaining their trust, the monsters would visit violence upon them during the long hours of darkness, partaking in an orgy of vile gluttony. They would vanish before the sun rose. With no survivors to spread the tale of terror, the creatures would seek out their next meal of living flesh. Being Human looking, albeit on the ugly side, they would need to find the correct size group of Humans ere their hunger for flesh took control of them. For if that were to occur, they would attack the first Human they saw, regardless of the chance of success or ensuing consequences.

Odyden realized none of this mattered until he had Humans to experiment on. The Master, calling once again for Zomba, was assured by the Troll Lord that indeed the traps were in place and properly baited. Odyden, confident that all was for the First-born, retreated to his quarters to eagerly await the Coming of Man. Wait he would. First thru the night, then into the day. Anxious days turned into weeks and still no sign of Mankind. Odyden seethed with rage, but another new moon would rise tomorrow, surely Man would follow. When dawn illuminated naught but empty cages, no one, except for Zomba, was safe from Odyden's ire. The Pixie and Fairy spies paid a horrible price. Odyden clipped one wing then threw them into the Trolls cell to be used as finger food. High pitched screams filled the underground as the Trolls caught and devoured them. In rage, he ordered the wings cut off the Fairies and Pixies which served as bait in his cages. Free of bars they will serve as food for birds of prey and wolves, which had never tasted their flesh. The Trolls who had tended the cages did not escape the carnage. When the last disemboweled and headless Troll was hauled from their cell, Zomba knew he had the daunting task of restocking the slave labor force. Odyden, fearful of an attack by the Gods, barricaded himself in his quarters to lick his wounds. Zomba out of necessity, ran the rest of the underground compound.

The Gods, quickly learning of Odyden's unbated snares and lack of spies, decided to bring forth Man. Thoridon, the Creator, modified his original plan. He would now concentrate

Mankind in one place, far from Odyden's influence or cages. Odyden, hiding angry and frustrated in his fortress, missed the next new moon, and with it the far away appearance of Man.

Thoridon's Humans were of prime breeding age. The Gods, with a limited number of

Humans available, had little use for the very young or old, for they wished the First-born to go forth and populate the earth. Food was not a problem, fruit and vegetables were to be had for the picking. A warm climate eliminated the need for clothing. The Gods, who had created Man in their own image, knew what the sight of the naked form of the opposite sex tended to do. They very much wanted to encourage this behavior.

Newborn Man, curious and sensual, explored their environment to a limited extent before deciding they would rather explore each other’s bodies. Using various body parts, lubricants, and positions, they swiftly became addicted to the ecstasy of sexual release. Many females became pregnant, but their sexual appetite was barely diminished. A horny male could usually talk a female into a sex act, especially one of short duration.

The Gods were well pleased, having bestowed on Mankind the gift of recreational sex,

They were gratified to see it being used. Thoridon had given females the ability to conceive at any time, not just a few times a year as with the Elder Races. The Human male had the ability to rise to the occasion at any time. The Gods now had no doubt that Mankind would not merely survive but would densely populate the earth.

Babaduk, Shaman of the Free Elves, peered deeply into the eyes of the young brought before him. He knew if he made a mistake the cost would be the Elf’s life. The Shaman was looking for the telltale tint of a speck of yellowish-green mucus in the white of their eye. This would signify the presence of a deadly virus. The virus took many years to develop and Babaduk knew not how the disease was acquired. He did know the first symptoms appeared