Somehow Sparky had managed to remain in one piece while the fireworks had been set off all around him and was now doing his best to conceal the damage he had caused to the roof. Looking up from his work he spotted the plane as he descended towards the parking lot and his heart seemed to skip a beat. There were more survivors! Or the zombies have learned how to fly planes and if that was the cause they were seriously screwed as Sparky’s imagination dreamed up images of zombies parachuting from the sky. Which while cool was pretty doubtful.
He figured he’d better announce the arrival of more survivors so that Liz, Chase and Zeke wouldn’t panic. “De plane! De plane,” Sparky shouted as he raised a finger and pointed to the plane. He was a sucker for the classics. He gave a mental shout to Liz about what was happening as he took to the air himself and flew down to the ground so he could great the new arrivals.
Unfortunately the fireworks had drawn the attention of some of the zombie-like creatures in the area. A large group of over a dozen, drawn to the presence of each other, had gathered and now watched the mall from a darkened building nearby. Their mouths hung open and drool ran freely as they anticipated the meals soon to be had.
They were so focused on the mall that they didn’t detect the arrival of another. Although it would have been difficult as the new arrival, a blob of red liquid, oozed across the floor. For a moment it remained motionless behind the zombies of Blight before tendrils shot out of the mass and engulfed their heads. They kicked their legs and clawed at the substance that blocked of any screams they could be making. Moments later the tendrils constricted violently on their heads resulting in multiple loud crunches as their skulls were crushed. The red blob then proceeded to absorb the lifeless bodies where they would quickly be dissolved.
With the revolting zombies removed from his sight the villain that had once been known as Dark Soul moved to the front of the building, appearing to slide across the floor as he did, so that he could now watch the mall. He appeared to be a large man wearing a cloak and hood but just as the tendrils were a part of him so were his clothes, all part of the same gelatinous mass all controlled by his murderous will. He had been a dangerous and lethal foe while a villain but that was when he was merely a mortal. After the virus he had become something more. He had become a god, at least in his own mind. And now this god wanted to remake the world in his image and to do so he would need people to worship him as a god deserved.