Excursion III

“Zetheren, do you hear it? That sound, that annoying buzz. That is the sound of life. Sickening, isn't it? The murmuring of the fat and lazy breathers going about their everyday business, playing in the parks, shopping in the malls, sleeping in the streets of green suburbs, untroubled by fear or danger, in our city. IN OUR CITY! Will we allow this to continue? Will you allow this to continue? I say NO. I say it stops NOW. Zombies of the Ridleybank Resistance Front, it is time for us, the greatest of all the historic hordes of Malton, to do something about this breather infestation in our beautiful city of ruins. It is time for a road trip. It is time for EXCURSION III”

Papa Moloch, January 8th 2008

. . . Four Months Later. . .

"Zetheren, a little over four months ago I came to you and spoke of the life that infests our streets, our buildings, our city. I spoke of the green suburbs, the packed malls and of the breathers polluting our realm. They were safe then. They are no longer. Our Excursion III tour struck forth from our homeland and waged war upon our enemies where they felt secure. We destroyed their life factory NT buildings. We tore down their mall citadels. We reduced whole suburbs to ash and rubble. Every suburb that faced our wrath ran red with the blood of the slain and devoured. No life was safe in our path. No mall stood against us. We were repulsed by no enemy. We conquered without fear, failure or mercy. We even turned the so-called Survivor Security Zone into a wasteland. Historically the safest area of Malton for survivors and we destroyed it as though it were made of paper. We did this, zetheren. YOU DID THIS. Now, after four months of constant and merciless destruction I see you, my zetheren, bloodied and tired. Ridleys, our homeland calls to us and it is time to answer. It is time to go . Today we begin the homeward leg of our journey by moving into Tapton. Soon we will be back in our hallowed homeland to celebrate our many glorious victories. And then? Then we will face new challenges. There are always suburbs in Malton bereft of Barhah, rife with breathers and life. But then there will always be us, ready to drag them screaming into our hallowed darkness. We are Malton's nightmare and that we always shall be. BARHAH ZETHEREN!"

Papa Moloch, April 12th 2008

But then the foolish harmanz of Kinch Heights decided to mock us, turning their cozy little home green just a day after we passed through. Outraged, the Papa called us to arms.

"Zetheren, it appears that Malton's breathing infestation have grown arrogant. They have dared to declare a suburb SAFE in our immediate wake. Apparently KINCH HEIGHTS is a green and pleasant land.

Dispose of this place and make their streets run with blood..."

Papa Moloch, April 16th 2008

. . . Ploughing through Kinch Heights we found ourselves in Buttonville. . . .