It was Victorian custom that when the dead were interred they would be buried so that the head-end of the coffin was facing the walkway that was often narrowly sandwiched between heavily laden rows of similarly elaborate coffins. They would come in to pay their respects and talk with their dearly departed knowing with solace that they would never tell.
Then the rumours of the living dead came to be and with it the fear that everything they had whispered to the coffins would be known when they rose up and burst from their lead-sealed coffins, which they were apparently capable of as they couldn't feel the pain of bones breaking.
This is not when we first thought to attack the undead but when it was first published and spread as the only survivable choice when faced with the reanimated corpse of someone who knows exactly who killed them and where the murder weapon is buried. Just to state an example, of course.
From this came our response when the dead did begin to rise up. We attacked without guilt, considering them monsters and that their conscience had already passed on.We couldn't have been more wrongly lead or better armed for the resurgence not just of our dead but our pasts.
When they first tried to speak flies and dust came out alongside the stench of decaying flesh. We killed so many before they finally found their speech again and begged us to spare them as they didn't know what would happen to their souls a second time. They only ever wanted to be reunited with their families, living and otherwise.
For the sake of all they might know, we couldn't allow that.
We didn't.
Then the rumours of the living dead came to be and with it the fear that everything they had whispered to the coffins would be known when they rose up and burst from their lead-sealed coffins, which they were apparently capable of as they couldn't feel the pain of bones breaking.
This is not when we first thought to attack the undead but when it was first published and spread as the only survivable choice when faced with the reanimated corpse of someone who knows exactly who killed them and where the murder weapon is buried. Just to state an example, of course.
From this came our response when the dead did begin to rise up. We attacked without guilt, considering them monsters and that their conscience had already passed on.We couldn't have been more wrongly lead or better armed for the resurgence not just of our dead but our pasts.
When they first tried to speak flies and dust came out alongside the stench of decaying flesh. We killed so many before they finally found their speech again and begged us to spare them as they didn't know what would happen to their souls a second time. They only ever wanted to be reunited with their families, living and otherwise.
For the sake of all they might know, we couldn't allow that.
We didn't.
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