Hi! I'm writing a book about the zombie apocalypse. Totally coincidentally ;), It's also the story I have an RP about! So yeah! As the thumbnail says, I need art! I need the cover, I need Chapter illustrations, and I need Character art.
The year is 30XX. For the past ten thousand years, scientists have been trying to figure out how to bring people back to life. Five years ago, they succeeded. Some said that it wasn’t real and that none of it ever happened. Others said that it was an elaborate ruse by the government to hide the fact that people they knew and loved were still alive, working for the FBI or CIA. Others still claimed it was a cover-up for aliens. But no matter what they said, one undeniable fact remained. People paid money, and two or three days later, they were greeted with a knock at their door. When they got up to open it, there stood someone who they had known and loved, someone who was supposed to be dead. Everyone was overjoyed. It was paradise. Then, the world turned to hell on Earth. A rogue group of people who believed humanity needed rulers broke into the labs used to bring people back to life. They implanted a virus known as the Z-GR4V3 into one of the main pipes. It spread, infecting the tanks. The next day, the scientists went back to work, oblivious to the fact that they were playing into the fiendish group’s hands. When the people they were meant to be bringing back to life exited the tank, they were different. Changed. They were green, for starters. They were stronger, faster, smarter, too. And they weren’t fully sentient. They could talk, and perform like a normal human, but they weren’t quite… alive. The scientists stopped the machines as soon as possible, but it was too late. At noon the next day, the creatures all attacked in unison, a coordinated machine. All over the world, the labs were being taken over by these mindless foes. Then, a man appeared in D.C. He issued a proclamation. “People of North America! I am your new ruler, Emperor Ziatrix. I am one of the seven heads of the group known as the Zombar Empire. You have doubtless heard zombie stories before, yes? I am here to tell you three things. Firstly, while those stories are fiction, there is some truth behind it. Zombies are mostly depicted as mindless, slow creatures. That is a lie. However, the truth in those stories is they are undead, and they do exist. Second, the Zombar Empire has succeeded in creating them. They follow our every order, and they are stronger and more powerful than a normal human. And they are ours. We control them. And finally, with this elite corps we have made, we are now exerting control of Earth. Humans need rulers. Without them, the nations devolve into mass chaos, uncontrollable disorder! Wars will be fought on the streets! Countless lives will be lost. This for your sake we do this. Look at your America! Even your so-called democracy is ruled by two main groups! When has an outside party ever rose to power?! And that is the reason the U.S.A hasn’t had a civil war in a hundred thousand years! Because it has rulers! “However, each nation having a main ruler is not enough! The reason why wars happen is because the peoples of each nation are ruled by different people. Thus, you need one central ruler. It is because of this that the Empire is taking over the world. So that all power is centralized into seven people. Resistance is futile. Earth is ours now.” All across the globe, more people were appearing and issuing similar speeches. One in South America, one in Oceana. Another in Europe, with a fourth and fifth in Asia and Antarctica (Global warming was a serious problem, enough so that it made Antarctica actually inhabitable). A week later, the first Zombar Corps started appearing. They started strongarming the people and turned the whole world into a modern day Nazi Germany. A month later, the Americas were renamed New Corpsarium, Asia was renamed Cemetarius, Europe, Funer. Antarctica was turned into Caskar, Oceana was renamed Mortis and Africa Zomberiar (The Zombar Empire really liked thematic naming). That was five years ago. By now, everyone has gotten used to their overlords. Only one group dared to fight back. Led by a mysterious masked man known only as Dryden, this group of outlaws killed the Zombar left and right. Their names: The Gravediggers.
