Them Things is my Survival Horror Zombie Comic
I have sketched about 10 pages already but cant scan comic sized pages...too big!!!
Based in Detroit Michigan this story takes place after a chemical agent is released into water and turns people into Zombies. It's focus revolves around 2 groups of survivors trying to escape 'The Zone' by any means necessary.
Chapter One
Deadhunters.
That's what they were secretly called. A small unit of Army Rangers whose only duty was to find the recently deceased and recover certain items important to the departed's former employer, The United States Government. Usually this meant a briefcase or laptop computer, sometimes a wristwatch or even a ring, once it was a ballpoint pen. Whatever it was, though seemingly trivial or unimportant, was always the exact opposite.
Colonel Frank Collins successfully led and completed every mission The Deadhunters had been assigned for the last decade. He never questioned, at least to his own superiors, what the contents of any recovered item had been. He never questioned anything about any mission he been ordered to carry out.
From Afghanistan to Iraq. Columbia to China. Each mission carried out within 24 hours of what Collins supposed was a dead CIA operative carrying very important information. Important enough to activate a location tracking device upon their death. A tracking device that The Deadhunters, for the last ten years, always recovered.
They would recover this device just like all the others, but two things were different about this right from the start.
The first was that this mission was being carried out on American soil.
"Detroit?" one of the hunters asked.
"A suburb of the Detroit area" Collins had replied. "We'll be home early this time gentlemen"
The second was the fact that The Deadhunters always worked the night shift, it was 7:13 a.m.
That's what they were secretly called. A small unit of Army Rangers whose only duty was to find the recently deceased and recover certain items important to the departed's former employer, The United States Government. Usually this meant a briefcase or laptop computer, sometimes a wristwatch or even a ring, once it was a ballpoint pen. Whatever it was, though seemingly trivial or unimportant, was always the exact opposite.
Colonel Frank Collins successfully led and completed every mission The Deadhunters had been assigned for the last decade. He never questioned, at least to his own superiors, what the contents of any recovered item had been. He never questioned anything about any mission he been ordered to carry out.
From Afghanistan to Iraq. Columbia to China. Each mission carried out within 24 hours of what Collins supposed was a dead CIA operative carrying very important information. Important enough to activate a location tracking device upon their death. A tracking device that The Deadhunters, for the last ten years, always recovered.
They would recover this device just like all the others, but two things were different about this right from the start.
The first was that this mission was being carried out on American soil.
"Detroit?" one of the hunters asked.
"A suburb of the Detroit area" Collins had replied. "We'll be home early this time gentlemen"
The second was the fact that The Deadhunters always worked the night shift, it was 7:13 a.m.