He could have been more the hero for the rising dead, in Skulking through a city that he had once walked with his head held high. It was always damp here, the air was pregnant His feet slid on the wet pavementĪs he finally reached the earth. Out the lights of the survivors’ campfires. Over an abandoned apartment complex, he could just make He swung from his grappling line, working his way slowly It had all been a farce though, the whole world was victim to the The argument had been simple, all majorĬities that showed signs of contagion must be segregated from the rest of theĬountry. Easy for them to condemn it’s citizens to face It had been easy for the government to isolate the islandĬity from the rest of the world. Have to come to terms on their own, they would have to face facts or die. Batman let them kill each other without much interference. Only the living dead, but marauders intent on having their medical supplies andįood. One gang that another gang had found a cache of food or weapons, war eruptedīefore the rumors could be confirmed. Since he could remember had not ceased in the face of death. The war between the good and the evil that had raged in Gotham Not that the borders to any of these territories were a Walking dead, except for the island of Arkham. The UpperĮast Side, the section between his territory, in Old Gotham, and the Boweryīelonged to the criminal, the insane and the lost. Robinson Park, until such time as he decided to take it from her. Poison Ivy owned the expanse of nature that had been Now, however, Gotham was divided territory. It had been his in name only, afterwards it had become his by right of force. Once majestic city was a wonderland of damnation. The dead had risen and Gotham had fallen in the wake. The streets of the Bowery belonged to theįew remaining good citizens of Gotham. Standing in bias relief against the purple of the nighttime sky. Sometimes blending with the deep shadows of the ruined buildings, more often The dark figure cut across the black silhouette of the skyline, If you want to read more simply visit the Fiction Section.Ī Dark Night for a Dark Knight II by David Sanders (Genre: Living Dead)
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