So, hey guys. This is my zombie story re-write. I hope you enjoy it better than the last one.

Also, I'm also considering doing a re-write for my "What If I Were Frozen " FanFic.

Also, I found this place related to here called "FictionPress." . Does someone know it? I'd like to know what that site is about. Thanks. So, It'll have the main characters from my last story but it'll be different. Just bear with me here and please enjoy.

Read, Review and Fav.

I don't own anything.

Doctor Felix Colins nervously walked through the airport , shaking. He was an old man, people would think he was shaking because of age. But he was an important person, a scientist to be exact . He finally managed to get past customs and checking and made his way to the boarding gate.

Quickly looking around, he pulled out a small black box, checking it. He opened it up, revealing a small vile containing a strange ,red liquid. He quickly looked at it and then put it away. Little did the people around him know that the liquid could bring mankind to its knees in a matter of days.

Felix was the creator, he spent all his life researching , creating and testing it on prisoners. The screams of the prisoners still echoed through his head, it was killing him little by little.

Slowly, his heart rate increased. Not slowing down a bit. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his puffy face, removed the sweat . He tried to compose himself but couldn't. Something was killing him slowly, yet he thought it was nervousness. He took out his handkerchief again and wiped his face again, this time , he noticed the blood on the piece of cloth.

Quickly, he walked up and made his way to the bathroom , examining himself. He was pale and looked like he was ready to pass out. Death was overtaking him but he refused to believe it.

Whatever he had created, though he didn't know it, was killing him. The Virus was in him. He thought he was safe, in his suit, the decontamination process, he thought it was just nervousness. Little did he know he would cost humanity a dear price , which would last for who knows how long. Death would be taking in new souls soon.

Some could say the musical ambience of Death was roaming through the air, sending shivers down spines. Yet, more was to come .

Felix washed his face and walked back to the boarding gate, waiting for his flight which would supposedly take him from America to Russia, where he could isolate himself and the virus he had created.

He wanted to create something that would heal people in a second, make them smarter and stronger, and yet, all because of one missing ingredient, it wouldn't work as he had planned.

He took his seat, the invisible entity of Death right beside him.

Felix coughed and hacked, his lungs collapsing , there was no hope, allas.

Felix used all of his might to get up, he made his way to the lady behind the counter, barely standing.

"Ex…excuse…m…me , I am curre…..current…..currently carrying a deadly virus and I need help."

The lady didn't know what to do, she quickly called the airport security.

Felix kept standing for a few more minutes then fell onto the floor, releasing his last breath into the air.

The lady ran over to him and tried giving him CPR, hoping to save the old man, little did she know was was making it worse.

The virus was now taking over his brain, re-animating it. No recollection of his human thoughts, only revivng the primal instincts to hunt, kill and eat. The lady had given up on trying to revive him, then the man shot up. His eyes were grey and red, blood was exiting from his mouth.

The now turned zombie bit the lady in the leg, earning a scream that echoed through the entire airport. Everyone screamed and ran towards the exit.

The lady kicked the man away and ran to the hospital.

Little did she know this would cause the start of the apocalypse.

My little creation.

Where evil roams freely,

Lies a place where dark roams every corner,

The light never shining

The allure of death haunting any souls brave enough to stay,

All shall fall unto their knees in fear,

For they shall never escape,

They have been cursed to the kingdom of damnation,

Where blood drips from the rooftops and windows

The howl of werewolves echo through the night,

In the brightness of the coming moon,

May all fall to their knees,

Begging for mercy which shall never come to them,

Their hearts torn and ripped out,

While other watched entranced,

For the bringer of fear is upon them,

Hypnotizing them,

Using the allure ,

Thou shall create damnation through the streets,

Hide your children, hide your souls,

But keep trying,

For the Grim Reaper roams the houses of this forsaken kingdom,

Bringing sorrow and despair to the souls still trapped in this hell,

For none shall escape the Sealed Kingdom,

For the most powerful spells are useless against the darkness,

The winds blow, the demons lay in wait, it is the birthplace of evil,

The people outside the kingdom await outside the walls, where the sun shines,

But they can all fall to their knees in despair for their loved ones are trapped behind this wall, never to be seen again,

Beneath melancholy black clouds and above mystic black waters lies the Cursed Castle of Ages Old;

The castle long abandoned by the living and captured by haunted souls of those not yet fully dead lies in a plane of forgotten time evermore.

The sun has forgotten what that place looks like,

And the darkness has erased the glory that once shone out radiantly from the splendid nation,

Now it is little more than the sporting grounds of ghouls and monsters worse than can the dark woods hold.

The dark stone road greets no travelers and the mountainous landscape conceals the skeleton of a castle from any would be adventurous soul who may by chance find the relic of a nation and wish to exploit it.

Such places should never be found by such people, for certain agony is the only outcome.

Shadows fade into darkness and mist vanishes into black rock. Such things should never be seen by men,

Enter who may leave,
And leave all ye who enter,
for in the shadows
lies the spider's weave,

The Darkness rules here forever more, the lorde who owned it died.
The castle still mourns it's owners death, and lets none but him in.
Perhaps the Darkness isn't evil.
Perhaps it needs a friend.
Join the Darkness, one by one, line up in your graves.
Let the Darkness come to you, let it be your slave.
Let no-one tell you that you cannot be.
Let them tell you not.
Instead just bring them to the shadows.
The Darkness will take their life,

Now is the time for the Grim Reaper to come,

Do not resist,

He will take you away,

The Sealed Kingdom is sorrow, another one living its halls, the halls cry in agony,

The spirit of the night awaits,

For all shall fall,

All shall perish from this place where no soul dares to traverse,

For we cannot stop it,

Let the kingdom be, let the darkness overtake a once beautiful place,

For the actions of a man brought this to all the innocent lives now trapped here,

Leave now, for all shall abandon hope, ye who enters The Sealed Kingdom,

May the Gods above have mercy on the souls trapped in a place where there is no light, no moon and no hope,

Forever trapped inside The Sealed Kingdom.

What did you guys think of the intro and little story I made?

This will be a HiccElsa, probably. I have some surprises in mind. I hope you all enjoyed this intro and creation.

I'm currently listening to some Celtic Music, Dark Ambient Music and other dark, no lyric music..

It helps with the dark feeling , bringing damnation to my soul….crap….still in a dark mood. Lol guys.

Any ways, I hope you enjoyed it all and if you want more dark little creations of mine, PM a little concept and I'll try to make a small one.

That's all for now, please read,rate and review.

-Cheers, Joseph.