It's time for a revolution

For too long we have been downtrodden, terrorised and even... buried. It's time we stood up to the residents of Great Yarmouth and it's thriving tourist population. We are the undead, and we demand equal rights.



So it began. On a patch of wasteland, soon to be renvoated as part of Great Yarmouth's fancy tourism restoration, the ball was set rolling, on a collision course with victory. Ben had been infected a good while ago, and has been dead for a long time (have you not noticed?) and it was he who infected 3 zombie sympathisers and them spurred them on to attack an unsuspecting bystander.



Things were going well for the zombie horde. With 5 committed undead ready to show Great Yarmouth what they were made of, we set off.



The bustling seafront and centre of Great Yarmouth were our targets. Bystanders were moaned at, brains were lusted after and some people on buses definitely strained their necks. Children were given nightmares and standing by a donut stall must have cost the tourism industry millions. (We would like to point out this is the only reason we stood there. Nom, Nom, Nom)



We took things into town. Time to hit the Sunday walkers and Market shoppers. And anyway, there was more food in town, that's always good. We stodd outside the local black magicy store for a while to see what would happen. Not much did.



At this point Ben and Vicki had to leave. We bid them a fond "MARGH" and we parted ways. Daryl must've found a cure, because the next time we saw him he was living again. We let him live on the condition he took photos. He obliged.



And then we went to get a drink. We also asked for a job application, how awesome would working in the Lighthouse be? Whilst we got our drinks, they refused to give us forms. Another case of undeadism.



That was the last straw. We took it to city (read, town) hall. We started with a peaceful street protest, but it only attracted the attention of one man, and after a series of moaned questions we found out he was not a council worker. He was given the website address.



Seeing as this didn't seem to work, we marched up to town hall and battered on the door. They refused to see us. We saw this as a small victory, and another case of undead prejudice at the same time.



We decided to let the city of Yarmouth go free and the crimes against Zombiekind go unpunished.

For now...