All over the world, Sasquatch of all shapes, colors and sizes worked together to help rid the planet of the living dead. Humanity, though not perfect, was capable of love. The living dead were soulless and gave nothing while destroying everything in their paths. There was no love or hate within the undead. They merely killed and ate the flesh of human beings. Humans, who were often destructive, nevertheless, were a part of Earth's ecology. They did not deserve to die such meaningless and unnatural deaths. The undead were an abomination. Ironically, many of the Sasquatch had been called 'Abominable' by the humans. The Sasquatch, being pure of heart, were not ones to hold a grudge. In protecting humanity, they were protecting the planet.
On top of having legendary big feet, they also have big hands. They could palm an undead head like a basketball and remove it from undead shoulders like pulling weeds. They could pull undead arms out of their sockets without the prerequisite loss of a chess game provocation. They had strength, speed and agility on their side. The undead were always the greater number.
On occasion, a large group of the living dead was able to take down a Sasquatch, but he would usually take down a few of the dead with him even while they were ripping his flesh to shreds. Fighting to the end is how they went out. Not a single one died a coward.
The Hand of Karma had grown in ranks to number in the thousands. They had followed Hadji to Oregon. They were expecting another improvised safe haven to lay siege to, but instead stood witness to a large scale war between creatures they had only read about in books and monsters they had only seen in nightmares. What was the true prize to be won here? Why had their leader brought them to this bloody battlefield? He spoke of the evils of humanity, but not a single living human being was in sight.
As the battle raged on all about them, many became fearful for their lives. They were accustomed to having the upper hand in every situation. Lately, their leader didn't seem to have any aim or direction. It was every person for themselves. Even with all the bloodshed going on, it was noticed that the large furry humanoids never attacked the living. The living were very grateful for that.
Once in Oregon, Hadji had his followers set up his usual podium and microphone. He gave his usual spiel about how humanity was destroying this planet. The only difference now was that no one was listening. What humanity was he talking about? All anyone could see were bigfoot and zombies. His followers were the only living human beings to be seen anywhere. That was about to change.
One day, while Hadji was on his soap box, a man came with a microphone of his own.
Darion brought the microphone to his mouth and addressed the crowd. "Hand of Karma, I know you must be confused. You were probably told that there was a military base full of people here for you to take your anger out on. Where are those people? I tell you, they are already dead. The zombies took care of them days ago. All you have here are and army of Sasquatch fighting a horde of the undead."
Many from the crowd were nodding their heads. This was what they were noticing. This man seemed to know what he was talking about.
Darion continued. "Who I am is of no consequence. I will tell you this, though. This army of Sasquatch is fighting for you. Up until now you have been fighting against an enemy that was not an enemy. I will tell you who your true enemy is. It is these hordes of the undead that you have been travelling with."
He let that sink in for a moment and looked around at the crowd. They seemed more scared than hateful or angry. Most of them had probably lost friends and family to this cause they thought they were fighting for. "I tell you now that some time tomorrow, the rays from a distant supernova will reach the earth. The consequences of this will be that the zombies will become intelligent."
He began to see fear in earnest in the eyes of a few at first, then more. "Imagine with how dangerous they are as mindless, eating machines. Now add to that a mind that can plan and make strategy. How long do you think it will be before we are being bred like cattle? They are the greater number."
Darion could see that people were listening. "While there are still friends and family out there, let us stand together. While there is still love out there, let us fight together. Let us unite against a soulless, flesh-hungry enemy who doesn't care if you are good or bad. Who doesn't care if you go to church, get straight A's, pay your taxes or floss your teeth."
Hadji in a rage, grabbed a sword and stood facing at Darion. A nearby Sasquatch stopped its struggle with a zombie to see if he could help his king. The zombie lurched over to where Hadji was holding the sword above his head. It grabbed his arm and took a nice chunk out of his wrist, causing him to drop his sword. Once Hadji had fallen to the ground in agony, the zombie crouched over him and ripped out his throat.
The fake that they had been following was gone. They had the same cause, but a new enemy to fight. A cry rose up amongst the crowd. Cheers arose and tears were shed. Most already had weapons. These very weapons had taken human lives. They were used for this purpose no longer and were now utilized on the walking dead. The fighting went well into the night.
As the sun rose the next morning, there were not many undead left. Battle weary, but proud from victory, the Sasquatch and the people destroyed what was left of the zombie masses. Measures were taken to prevent another outbreak. The Shangri helped in that effort, as well as in the rebuilding that took place in the wake of the worst destruction anyone had ever seen.
Edger and Cyril Holts, Father Mucker and Liam Moor decided to move to Shangri La permanently. Darion Morris, the 32nd king of Shangri La performed the ceremony to marry Julianne Davenport and Beau Ottoman. All the bride's maids were blue. A space craft whizzed them off to their honeymoon afterward.
Yorren and his family moved back north to the Washington area. Awoona is now pregnant again and Rahrah can't wait to have a brand new Sasquatch brother or sister!
The Ng and Fen-Chang families moved back to Marble Cliffs, Arizona. The first thing Hewlett did when he got back into town was to lay some flowers on the grave of Sierra Dophlet.
THE END
On top of having legendary big feet, they also have big hands. They could palm an undead head like a basketball and remove it from undead shoulders like pulling weeds. They could pull undead arms out of their sockets without the prerequisite loss of a chess game provocation. They had strength, speed and agility on their side. The undead were always the greater number.
On occasion, a large group of the living dead was able to take down a Sasquatch, but he would usually take down a few of the dead with him even while they were ripping his flesh to shreds. Fighting to the end is how they went out. Not a single one died a coward.
The Hand of Karma had grown in ranks to number in the thousands. They had followed Hadji to Oregon. They were expecting another improvised safe haven to lay siege to, but instead stood witness to a large scale war between creatures they had only read about in books and monsters they had only seen in nightmares. What was the true prize to be won here? Why had their leader brought them to this bloody battlefield? He spoke of the evils of humanity, but not a single living human being was in sight.
As the battle raged on all about them, many became fearful for their lives. They were accustomed to having the upper hand in every situation. Lately, their leader didn't seem to have any aim or direction. It was every person for themselves. Even with all the bloodshed going on, it was noticed that the large furry humanoids never attacked the living. The living were very grateful for that.
Once in Oregon, Hadji had his followers set up his usual podium and microphone. He gave his usual spiel about how humanity was destroying this planet. The only difference now was that no one was listening. What humanity was he talking about? All anyone could see were bigfoot and zombies. His followers were the only living human beings to be seen anywhere. That was about to change.
One day, while Hadji was on his soap box, a man came with a microphone of his own.
Darion brought the microphone to his mouth and addressed the crowd. "Hand of Karma, I know you must be confused. You were probably told that there was a military base full of people here for you to take your anger out on. Where are those people? I tell you, they are already dead. The zombies took care of them days ago. All you have here are and army of Sasquatch fighting a horde of the undead."
Many from the crowd were nodding their heads. This was what they were noticing. This man seemed to know what he was talking about.
Darion continued. "Who I am is of no consequence. I will tell you this, though. This army of Sasquatch is fighting for you. Up until now you have been fighting against an enemy that was not an enemy. I will tell you who your true enemy is. It is these hordes of the undead that you have been travelling with."
He let that sink in for a moment and looked around at the crowd. They seemed more scared than hateful or angry. Most of them had probably lost friends and family to this cause they thought they were fighting for. "I tell you now that some time tomorrow, the rays from a distant supernova will reach the earth. The consequences of this will be that the zombies will become intelligent."
He began to see fear in earnest in the eyes of a few at first, then more. "Imagine with how dangerous they are as mindless, eating machines. Now add to that a mind that can plan and make strategy. How long do you think it will be before we are being bred like cattle? They are the greater number."
Darion could see that people were listening. "While there are still friends and family out there, let us stand together. While there is still love out there, let us fight together. Let us unite against a soulless, flesh-hungry enemy who doesn't care if you are good or bad. Who doesn't care if you go to church, get straight A's, pay your taxes or floss your teeth."
Hadji in a rage, grabbed a sword and stood facing at Darion. A nearby Sasquatch stopped its struggle with a zombie to see if he could help his king. The zombie lurched over to where Hadji was holding the sword above his head. It grabbed his arm and took a nice chunk out of his wrist, causing him to drop his sword. Once Hadji had fallen to the ground in agony, the zombie crouched over him and ripped out his throat.
The fake that they had been following was gone. They had the same cause, but a new enemy to fight. A cry rose up amongst the crowd. Cheers arose and tears were shed. Most already had weapons. These very weapons had taken human lives. They were used for this purpose no longer and were now utilized on the walking dead. The fighting went well into the night.
As the sun rose the next morning, there were not many undead left. Battle weary, but proud from victory, the Sasquatch and the people destroyed what was left of the zombie masses. Measures were taken to prevent another outbreak. The Shangri helped in that effort, as well as in the rebuilding that took place in the wake of the worst destruction anyone had ever seen.
Edger and Cyril Holts, Father Mucker and Liam Moor decided to move to Shangri La permanently. Darion Morris, the 32nd king of Shangri La performed the ceremony to marry Julianne Davenport and Beau Ottoman. All the bride's maids were blue. A space craft whizzed them off to their honeymoon afterward.
Yorren and his family moved back north to the Washington area. Awoona is now pregnant again and Rahrah can't wait to have a brand new Sasquatch brother or sister!
The Ng and Fen-Chang families moved back to Marble Cliffs, Arizona. The first thing Hewlett did when he got back into town was to lay some flowers on the grave of Sierra Dophlet.
THE END
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