The living dead were...well...unscrupulous to say the least. What horrified the town nowadays though, was the dead living. They were a vile, despicable breed of monsters. A breed which surpassed savagery, pushed the boundaries of terrifying, and also were very rude.

Worst of all though?

They had serious grammatical issues when trying to articulate their evil thoughts. You see - the dead living were a product of more than one vial intention. At the same time Al-Queda terrorist and the Al Quesadilla group of Mexican quinine lovers (all named Al) were developing a terrible flesh eating virus, Chinese-American Syn and his friend and oddly named companion, Tax, were developing quite the virus of their own. Through the latest modern science, it found the code..genome...double-helix...to make grammar challenging for all those that previously had a firm grasp on the subject.

The issue occurred when the Al-Queda / Al Quesadilla test zombie scuttled out of the lab. It's blood soaked visage twisted with rage at the civilized and slightly humid streets of Seattle. Before it could let loose it's fiery rage however, one of it's flailing limbs contacted the Batman vs. Superman thermos containing Syn and Tax's vial creation. Almost instantly the lid flew off, attached carelessly the way only a six to seven year old Chinese-American child would. With a seething clattering, it skidded across the road coming to a rest behind a yellow taxi, at such a distance that you wouldn't really identify the lid as being dropped by patron of taxi, but still questioned whether or not the taxi had anything to do with the transportation of the lid to that exact spot.

Ever since it was chaos. Mostly. See, the grammatical virus only affected those with a secure k