It was while i was reading the final entry to his notes that Burns appeared from one of the tunnels below the mound, himself changed to a shambling half decayed mess…he started to talk of a ‘new age’ of a ‘new beginning’ for the people of this planet…a new beginning with him as their leader. He found the cure, but didnt want to use it on the populace was that banging on the door of the temple. He had already ‘communed’ with them, they, even in their
demented state, had accpeted him as their leader and as Burns put it “not you or those idiots from the High Council can stop him”…famous last words as i think back now. As if out of the end plot of a really bad kids show, a TARDIS appeared…3well armed Panoptican guards piled out and restrained Burns…he of course blamed me for them appearing, knocked one guard out, stazered another…the third guard was trying desperatley to bring him to the ground..but it was too late, he injected me with something he was working on during his spare time..he called it “a little present he was working on”…the Lycanthropy drug that the old High Council was working on to use as a mass aerosol against infected vampyric worlds…thats why I still change to this day. The drug was taken from a half lycan female in ancient Scotland, one who had already bitten me…the drug enhanced that bite ten fold, bringing out the inner wolf.
After he had injected me…he freely gave himself up…grinning at me as I writhed in pain on the floor.
Two days later, and after the cure was administered, Nas Shores was back to normal. Even the insane ‘zombies’ had been cured. The aftershock could still be felt though. Some folks could remember everything that happened. Some folks choose to forget…because they must…
The dig team had long since been dismissed and sent back to their homes to recover. I had been admonished of all wrong doings…but my name had a permanent mark on it…as for burns…what he got was the full wrath of the High Council thrown at him.
The old High Council, not the one in this particula dimension i spend most of my time in, was much more hard lined, much more tied to the letter of the law. Ultimatley it would be their downfall, too rigid, too stuck in their ways to win the oncoming war with the Daleks..Burns was commited and sentenced due to..and i quote from the Chancellor…
“Two hundred and seventeen violations of the law governing the mishandling of ancient artifacts, four hundred and twelve violations of the laws with repect to the safe procuuring of ancient artifacts, one hundred and eighty seven violations of the law regarding safe practises of work sites….and seventeen violations of the prime law regarding the misuse of timelord powers, the mishandling of dangerous events and one single violation of the prime law regarding timelords and the non interference policy”…
…i can still remember Burns face as the Chancellor read all that out, he was smiling all the way through it.
His sentence wasnt death, it was much more worse than that.
You see…he wasnt cured of the pathogen, he stood there infront of the High Council a full week after the pathogen had taken hold on him. He
was wrapped in bandages because his skin was unable to keep his internal organs in…his sentance was to remain that way…for the rest of his natural life. His ability to regenerate was taken from him, he was then forced into an old decommisioned TARDIS set on random on a one way trip to a ramdon primitive planet, there to spend the rest of his natural life, reviled by the poulace, scored by the inhabitants for being a vile creature…
…I thought that would be the end of it, but as I said before, Burns is a very resourcefull timelord, he could sell ice to the Inuit, tell a used car salesman to give him a car for free…set himself up as a god…in Ancient Egypt…
…i know whats in The Crate, i was too stupid to realise it at first.
After more than 5000 years, the remains of Victor Burns was uncovered by my dig team…and was sent to New Babbage…by me. Judgeing by the gorans coming from inside, what was left of Burns “humanity” is all but gone…but he still carries that Pathogen, and the virus is now airborne in New Babbage…Day 1 has started.
Luckilly enough, the cure for the pathogen is still in the database, but the problem is the virus has to run it’s full course…up to day 4 at least, before it can be administered.
I must find a way, once the virus has taken hold of the city, to gather all the infected in one place, and administer it. The effects are almost immediate…the “brainless” zombies become more like the former human they used to be almost instantly, within a matter of minutes the oerson is back to “normal” however the skin problems take about 12 hours to clear up. I think the key to getting everyone in the same place…has to do with the old undead hoardes digging up through the hotels bar…yes…the bar, lure them all in…and administer the cure!
and so we come to the end of the run up story to the Zombie World Day party this October 10th. This one is going to be played out with a very short timeline….
1: On friday…burns will break loose from the crate and start really spreading the infection around much more faster.
2: Burns will head to Brunel Hall on Saturday evening AFTER the anniversary party and “free” his undead brothers and sisters from below the floor”
3: All the way through Sunday (which is the actual World Zombie Day) will be this citys “day 4” when the real effects of the pathogen takes hold. You can be a slow shambling brain eating zombie…or you can wake up that day looking like a zombie, but still have all your usual wits about you.
4: The Zombie World Day party will take place in the hotel, an automatic “cure dispenser” will be dotted around the hotel’s bar and entrance, automatically curing folks of the disease. The undead horeds that was going to come up through the floor would have been stopped midway by “weird timelord trickery”. As for Burns…he will vanish…without a trace…
Aha! Very clever! This weekend ought to be fun. *grin*
*wonders how a clockwork dragon can be a zombie…*
*wanders off to do research*
you might start rusting, and your gears spill out!
I’z getting an urge for cookies… with an extra added ingredient…
I’d love to stay and lend a hand or two, but I’ve got… business… out of town… Yes, that’s it! Out-of-town business! Way, way out of town. You know how it is… places to go, people to see, terror to flee from. And I’m meeting someone… yeah, I’ve got a very, very important meeting with my old friend… Morgan Fairchild. Yeah, that’s the ticket.