The smell of corruption filled our nostrils as we made our way deeper into the crypt; the moment of regretting this decision had passed long ago.
I gripped the haft of the stake with one hand, and my flashlight with the other.
Before us, the vault seemed interminable.
How did something like this come to be underneath a shopping mall?
Foot by trembling foot, we ventured forth; knowing that each step brought us closer to Him, and to sunset.
“Ah, You’ve come at last!” he said, satisfaction -and hunger- in his voice.
Today was Daylight Savings, and we’d all forgot.
undead
Experiments In Photoshop
I am currently practicing my skills (or lack thereof) with Adobe Photoshop. I’ve spent a little bit of time with Paint.net, but Photoshop seems to have higher caliber tools.
A journey into the land of the not quite dead…
This is my imagining of what I might look like as a zombie.
(My wife doesn’t care much for this one)
Who doesn’t have a soft spot for zombified Nazis?
Here is my son, zombified.
(My wife cares even less for this one than she did for the first)
The Dark Side of the Mind 