User:Rachel Akebre/Barhah

Barhah. BARHAH!

The fierce rage of battle, and the ties that bind a rabble into a horde, and the rush of adrenaline that pushes the fog from ones brain, but most of all the pure, undiluted, RUSH of courage and joy and rage and fear and love and happiness and emotion and animal instincts and simplicity and parodox without any confusion or distraction. Barhah is not unique to zombies anymore than it is unique to Malton. But without the confusing complexities and muddied muddled goals survivors have, it bursts forth among them in a flowering rarely seen elsewhere. And finally, someone named it. Something like peer pressure, mixed with adrenaline, stripped of reason and driven like a herd of locusts towards the ultimate goal which, in Malton, is generally a large pile of dead bodies with their brains eaten. But instead of all that, they named it barhah.

Barhah is life in its rawest form.