Zombie Uprising!

The moon was just settling over the horizon, snuffing out the bright light of the sun with its sallow glow, and setting a new overseer to watch over the people of Nicaragua. All reminiscence of the cotton candy colors that once graced the blue sky had vanished, leaving darkness in its wake. Night time was beautiful in the third world country, but with it came fear like a dagger to the heart of the destitute country. People fled with their children back into their tiny homes, attempting to escape the questionable shadows of their dirty streets and take up the false security of their ramshackle walls. A sinking chill swept over the narrow roads of the city of Matagalpa and the sweating heat of the weather had nothing to do with it, there just seemed to be a resonance of terror reverberating through the minds of the civilians that night.

Word had gotten in that the long-term mayor of the town had been found dead in his office that morning, more over it appeared as though his insides had rotted out and his flesh had been peeled away as though he had passed on years ago and was already decaying. The news begged them to ask the terrible questions, how did this happen? Why did it happen? Who was behind it? Of course hero's and villains appeared everywhere across the world those days, people with superhuman abilities; creatures too weird to even exist and yet did. Everyone knew that the mysterious turn out of their mayor was the result of a new and atrocious villain, one that was just rearing their ugly head...and everyone could feel the eyes of their new capture glaring down on the tiny city of Matagalpa that evening.

Cadia Vystori chuckled softly to herself in the darkness of the morgue. Nicaragua was much too poor to afford coffins for all of their dead and so skeletons surrounded her, their empty eye sockets staring at her lifelessly. They felt no emotion, their bodies had long since turned to dust and gone to the underworld, and their souls offered no moral for the dark elf that sat among their yellowing bones. With the chuckle that pierced the silence of the dead, came a sick smile that looked much too human beneath the red eyes of the creature that bore it. "What shall we do tonight beautiful?" She asked a skull that was resting in the palms of her hands, "They are bound to be cowering in fear by now...such evil creatures they are...hiding from the one that will end their misery." She continued. Her voice, too, was far to smooth and calm...almost kind, for the atmosphere she seemed so comfortable in.

Of course she received no response and sighed, casually dropping the skull off her fingers and ignoring the hollow clacking sound it made against the other skeletons. She appeared bored, if boredom could truly be seen in the pupiless crimson eyes of the monster. Then suddenly she stood, particles of bone and dust falling off her backside like a shower, making a sound like sand raining down on the dirty cement. She was just barely small enough to fit in the tiny morgue without needing to hunch her back and now that she wasn't sitting she could see the crack in the entrance that she created to get inside. "Well since none of you are offering me any advice on my next move, it looks like I'll just be doing things on my own!" She said in a tone that suggested she was honestly talking to them before crawling out into the moonlit graveyard beyond.
The moment she wondered out the disintegrating gates, however, it was as though her whole demeanor changed entirely. Her face turned deadly serious, the crimson eyes that almost seemed happy before, narrowed and took on an angry disposition. Now under the light of the moon her skin appeared more blue in hue with two black upside down triangles painted onto her cheeks. Her hair was a sickly white/green color but was worn medium and was surprisingly well kept under a dark hood. "Time to have some fun again Corra" The tone that seemed so peaceful before was dripping in venom now as though rage was just steaming out of her pores, even her strut held an air of imperious authority to it.

In seconds after her comment, her personality changed once more, only so did her appearance. The flesh on her bones began to peel off like an orange as she walked, falling to the ground in clouds of blue dust, and her armored clothing shattered into thousands of metal fragments, sinking into the earth beneath the floating blue spores. Beneath this disguise was as strangely beautiful as the original version. Her eyes turned lavender and while her hair went from white to amethyst and her flawless flesh turned dark grey. The most noticeable change however, besides the large black angel wings protruding from her back, was that the moment she stepped out from under the cover of an oak tree and the light of the moon hit her...the true hideous form of Corra could be seen. Her eyes glazed over like a dead man's, the paint on her cheeks blurred like purple blood, and large chunks of her skin and wings were missing, revealing empty cavities where organs should have been, or bones. She was legitimately what human's called a zombie only this one wasn't after brains she had a mind of her own and her goals were a little more far spreading that that...
When Corra reached the city limits at the bottom of the mountains surrounding the area, the game was on. Despite the fears of that morning, there were still people wondering the streets, most of them were probably criminals taking advantage of the cacophony the deceased mayor would cause in the law enforcement of the town. "How quaint!" She said out loud, her voice changing closer to the tone it was in the morgue, only more cheerful. As though to prove her theory correct, a group of men, unable to see her undead form under the shadow of a building that blocked out the moon partially, strutted up to her, their faces twisted in evil desire.

"Hola hermosa, usted buscando algo divertido?" (Hey beautiful, you looking for some fun?) The one who appeared to be the leader of the little hoard of pigs spoke up, grinning menacingly. Corra simply laughed seductively and placed her hands on her hips, sadistic thoughts buzzing around inside her otherwise lifeless brain.

"Sin duda alguna! Puede ayudarme?" (Definitely! Will you help me?) The men looked surprised by this but all together pleased, more than likely believing she was some sort of prostitute. One of them reached for the hood that still covered her head, aiming to knock it off her but she simply blew on his face when he got near, causing him to stumble backwards a bit in surprise. The others looked at her skeptically and once more their leader spoke, "¿Qué pasa chica? ¿Qué hiciste para mi chico? (What is that girl? What did you do to my boy?) Corra cackled at them in a completely different tone from last time, and pointed at the man she had blew on.

All at once they turned, like cats that just had their tails pulled, and screeched. Their friend was on the ground, turning ghastly grey and his fingers and lips were turning blue as he scratched at his chest like a mad man, ripping at his own shirt and skin. He screamed in agony and convulsed but did not stop scraping at his chest cavity even as his very flesh began to peel away from his bones by the work of his own fingers, revealing his beating heart and rib cage to the horrified faces of the men who watched. One of them tried to reach down and stop him from itching, struggling to grab at his flailing arms, but the victim just roared violently in his face with frightening insanity until his jaw broke. The screams stopped and the itching slowed as the man’s eyes glazed over, his fingers were completely broken and bent backwards on both hands and a look of sheer tortured suffering was evident on every feature of his decaying body. He wasn’t dead yet but one could see the bacteria moving into bloodstream and finally, watch as his heart exploded, sending a spray of blood like rain over a 12 inch radius.

The others, previously too shocked to move, gagged and looked back at Corra who was grinning with sick pleasure, relishing in the inhuman scene unfolding before their eyes. They were terrified, and like lambs to the slaughtered they scattered, yelling “Loca punta!” (crazy bitch) and looking for a way out…but there was no escape for the hunted. “Come on, you can’t leave the party yet! We were just starting to have fun!” She spoke in English and laughed hysterically as a ball of sallow purple flame, crawling with tiny specks of black bacteria in its core, formed in the palms of her hands. A disgusting sense of sadistic joy twisted her facial features, casting a black shadow over her eyes as she immediately flung her attack in the directions of her fleeing captives. All of them fell like flies, groaning pathetically as their bodies withered nearly instantaneously and disintegrated in the bacterial flames of her Pestilent Fire.

Glorious night, so beautiful in the third world country, especially when its streets were painted with the blood of the evil…

“Too bad. Some of you were actually cute.” Corra licked her lips contentedly and continued to walk; a glorious night indeed.