A little one page story for y'all. enjoy
PANEL ONE: A close up of zombies rotted, drooping head. The eyes are white and glassy. The face is gaunt and tight as if starving. Whatever hair that is left on the head is thinning and tattered. Blood is splattered around the mouth, the signature of the shamblers last victim.
WE THOUGHT THEY WERE ALL GONE.
PANEL TWO: A shot of the upper half of a group of zombies, walking dead style the shamble toward the reader. They are all gaunt and decrepit but largely intact save for a few cuts and blood splats.
SOMEHOW THEY CAME BACK. STRONGER. MORE DETERMINED.
PANEL THREE: Shot of the legs and feet of the zombies. Enough to make them look numerous. Some are barefoot, some are tattered, basically a collection of about four separate pairs of legs.
THEY HUNTED US DOWN.
PANEL FOUR: A shot of a zombie curled over on the floor in agony. Holding his ribs as he vomits blood violently.
THEY FORCED US TO CHANGE.
PANEL FIVE: The crouched over zombie is now a human, staring at his hands in disbelief at his recovery. His skin colour has returned to normal and is eyes have regained their colour.
ONCE THE CHANGE STARTS IT CANNOT BE STOPPED.
PANEL SIX: A group of humans in hazmat suits and body armour are firing dart guns into mob of fleeing zombies. Some have needles in them and are mid change, reverting back to human form. Some have fully. The humans are ruthlessly "saving" the zombies.
GET EVERY LAST ONE BOYS, WE CAN SAVE THESE POOR BASTARDS.
THEY CANNOT BE STOPPED.