Episode 81: Pandora’s Box
Written By Karl White
There are places in shadow where the boundary between life and death blurs...Where what’s alive is dead, and what’s dead continues on.
1905. Early morning. A small fishing vessel drifted in the calm waters, thirteen nautical miles off of the coast of Japan, near Ishikari Bay. But something was wrong. A boy, seven-year-old, Haruki Ichikawa frantically cut a mooring line with a dull knife. His father’s fishing boat, connected to a steamship adrift in the Sea of Japan that fateful dawn.
Father and son had boarded the aimless vessel, and below deck, they found something unspeakable. The entire crew was dead, but some had come back to life, feasting on the corpses of the others. Hurrying up the steps to flee back to their boat, Haruki’s father tripped, and was caught by one of the walking dead.
HARUKI’S FATHER: Haruki, go! Get help!
Back aboard the fishing trawler, the boy cut the dock line. The last image of his father, was of him being dragged, violently, into the black recesses of the ship. An image burned into the boy’s mind...one that would follow him for the rest of his life.
Burma, 1944. U.S. Marines answered a distress call from a British outpost. Rolling into the encampment, unaware of the specifics of the mayday, the leathernecks, led by First Lieutenant Larry Halford, found chaos. The Tommies were tearing each other apart. The dead being devoured...by what looked like their own brothers-in-arms.
LARRY HALFORD: What is god’s name?
Shaken to his core by the brutality, the sheer inhumanity, Halford saw only one option.
LARRY HALFORD: Open fire!
What these two men, Haruki Ichikawa and Larry Halford witnessed, would forge their paths. Their lives would be intertwined, remaining bound until their dying breaths.
History is happening right now...all around us. What we see on the surface, events unfolding across nations -- the macro. But history also moves on a smaller scale -- the micro. From the first spark of human life, to the evolution within our own cells. From diseases, mutations, cures, and everything in between. That unseen history is just as vital. Because it’s long been said, the final war between men will not be fought with armies, but with germs.
Legends of the Night, to this point, has been a collection of tales, fragments of a larger design. You’ve heard the Fight for Souls, for Blood, for Nature but this story is about the Fight for Life itself.
Dark forces seek to enact a series of prophecies known as the Processions, events that, if aligned precisely, will bring about the end of existence. The rules of engagement, as touched on in Season One, are deceptively simple. Those fighting for the Dark, referring to Satan and his minions, can tempt, influence, and nudge mankind towards certain paths, in the hopes of meeting the criteria for fate to line up exactly to bring about Armageddon. It’s a nuanced and intricate meddling that has a high rate of failure.
But buried within the fabric of Universal law is an immutable truth, ironclad and absolute. The one thing the side of evil cannot physically do, is kill. Yes, demons may possess. They may drive men and women to commit unspeakable acts. They may whisper, guide, corrupt. They may even direct us to succumb to malevolence. But they cannot physically take a human life through deliberate action. The only exception, is a human born of demon seed... But that’s something we’ll delve into in Season Five.
The entire point for this discourse is to point our story in the direction of an ingenious plot by Satan. An elegant atrocity. A design not to destroy mankind, but to make mankind destroy itself.
The Dark would unleash a weapon in the form of a deadly virus. One with the power to cripple the entire world. A mutated septicemic plague. Fast-acting. Merciless. It induces symptoms akin to rabies in subjects already clinically brain-dead. While it appears as a simple infection, it can cause catastrophic damage to any populace, by turning those afflicted into eaters of flesh, referred to in modern culture, as Zombies.
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Once transmitted, a fever rapidly develops, swelling the brain and killing the host. But this virus is unlike any other. As it shuts down the gray matter, the seat of cognition, it seizes control of the white matter. The cerebellum remains active. Motor function persists. The infected are biologically dead, but aware. Stripped down to something primal, instinct, hunger, nothing more.
The virus spreads easily through contact with any bodily fluid. Onset ranges from thirty minutes to three days, depending on the point of infection. Another method of the spread of the virus is through a carrier organism such as a flea or common cockroach. Mammals and other warm-blooded animals can be infected. They can carry it, and die from it. Most do not re-animate, except in the cases of rodents, canines, and primates.
Unfortunately, there’s no known cure, but a silica and iron oxide powder mixture will kill insect carriers, in cases of a major outbreak. Food and water consumed by anyone who is not infected should also be controlled in a large-scale epidemic. And any reasonable method will kill the infected, as long as you disrupt the nervous system from the brain.
In the case of the reanimated, because proper nutrition is not being received by the infected and most of the vital organs no longer work, deterioration of the body can be a common occurrence. Although there are cases of bodies lasting, through regular feedings or favorable environmental conditions. Otherwise, given a reasonable amount of time, anyone infected will eventually cease when the corrosion of the body disrupts brain function. Still, the virus endures, active, and indefinite, even after the host has expired. The best method for disposing of a Zombie properly is to burn it after life function has ceased.
The origins of the plague are widely believed to be unknown. But the disease was created, designed, and unleashed by the Dark to end humanity. The earliest known record appears in a Sumerian cuneiform, mentioned as the Arhis Mursu Mitu. Translated plainly as the “Quickly Disease Death”.
Across time, it’s worn many names, ThePlague of the Dead, Mors Ambulans, The Grave Bane, The Red Rot, The Scourge of the Duat. In later Christian tradition it was known as The Blight of Lazarus or The Divine Pestilence. But across the world, one name endured above all others, The Black Wind of Death.
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The first ever record of an outbreak came in Mesopotamia in 5700 BCE, when a child discovered a clay pot lodged in a riverbank. Inside was a literal Pandora’s Box containing the rotten innards of a human. It was later believed to be the internal organs belonging to someone who had been infected with an early form of the virus and was mummified to ensure they would not reanimate.
The child, who came in contact with the contents of the pot fell ill and soon after turned, attacking his family. The outbreak was quickly quelled and the bodies of those infected were burned, the ashes buried. But the plague wasn’t done. Other clay pots were discovered further downriver along the Tigris and Euphrates, each filled with sickness and death.
And from those early incidents, the Black Wind would spread to larger populations, and further boundaries. This was only the beginning.
TO BE CONTINUED…