Click here to see lots of zombie pictures on the Twisted Imaginings Facebook Page! Zombies. One of the best known, recurring characters in horror film. From George Romero's shuffling corpses in his 'Dead' franchise to the infected, nightmarish crazies of "28 Days Later", everyone has a favourite type of zombie too. This is the first in a series of articles which delves into the origins of the once dead and traces how a zombie turned ( pun intended ) into a staple of the horror genre. A zombie (Haitian French: zombi, Haitian Creole: zonbi) is a fictional undead being made through the restoration of a human corpse. Zombies are most normally discovered in horror and fantasy genre works. The term comes from Haitian old stories, where a zombie is a dead body vivified through different strategies, generally commonly magic. Present day portrayals of the revival of the dead don't really include enchantment yet frequently invoke science fictional methods such as carri...
I was at work, sifting through emails, when I heard the crash. It was a window at the opposite end of the corridor from my office, so by the time myself and other confused staff got there whatever had strewn glass and left a viscous looking trail of slime was gone. Those nearest began to panic, so I turned and made for the stairs. I'm noted for my calm under pressure but sprinting down four flights of stairs to the sound of what can only be described as utter chaos from my floor and the outside world marked a point where my nerves were severely tested. The scene outside pushed me a little closer to the edge. There were people and vehicles everywhere, as though a hurricane had visited! Those that could stand were mostly staring in the direction of the city centre, wide eyed and open mouthed. It appears the a series of what were thought to be small rocks, possibly meteorites, had landed. We were soon to discover they were some sort of pod from which some sort of creatures had emerge...
Mesmerizing dots of light, unleashing a prism of light from the dank, grotty streetlights, along the slabs of warped and broken paving. A cloud filled sky brewing with ire for the ground below, its viscous drizzle cloying and heavy, as it hangs in the air, as if some cloak of marrow freezing poison. Against symmetrical shapes of identical buildings erupt the skeletal trees, their empty branches jagged and violent against the blur of brick. But!.....Underfoot, what draws closer with each grimly determined step? Pulsing, throbbing until quiet, with the lacerating, semi regular spray of water? For it calls, the humdrum and dazzling neon of busier paths, a bristling mixture of muted and violent, struggling to make themselves known. As the furnace of that noisy vein, it's life slicing across murkier depths, rushing in opposite courses. It's lurid neon streaks, against a blackened sky, bursting in eruptions of liquid. Too much, until gone from whence, the dark envelopes once more. Th...
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