Vampires Versus Zombie Nation

Mixed unions, diverse relationships, the union of opposites, a lot of people have a problem with such things. My name is Alexander Valcourt, and in mortal life, I was a police officer in the City of Montreal, province of Quebec. My parents, Etienne and Jeannette Valcourt are immigrants from the island of Haiti and they instilled in me the values of hard work and determination. I've always been a hard worker with ambition to spare. I guess that's part of the reason why I was a patrol supervisor with the Montreal Police Service at the tender age of twenty seven. Not bad for a poor guy from the Caribbean, eh?

One night, while investigating a series of gruesome murders, I had my first encounter with the undead. A swarm of zombies attacked me inside this top secret laboratory. When I say zombies, I mean exactly that, man. Flesh-eating, mindless ghouls. I shot and killed a lot of them but in the end, they overwhelmed me and I got bitten. The bite of a zombie typically turns a human being into one of them within twenty four hours. That's exactly what happened to me, except that when I woke up as a zombie, I wasn't one of the mindless flesh-eaters you see in the movies. I was afflicted with the hunger and restlessness of the dead, yes, but I still had all my faculties. I was a zombie, but a different kind of zombie.

The zombie virus which reanimated me after my death was created by a joint operation of the Canadian Forces and the United States Army. They wanted to create the ultimate soldier, and they thought this virus could transform ordinary men and women into undying monsters. They would unleash said monsters upon their enemies in the Middle East, and thus win the war in the coming Clash of Civilizations. Well, that's what they were planning on doing anyway. I was the first person transformed by the zombie virus into something other than an ordinary zombie. I escaped from the laboratory where the scientists and soldiers held me. When I escaped into the night, I found myself a changed man facing a changed world.

All over the world there are outbreaks of zombies. From Spain to Portugal, from Afghanistan to Lebanon, from South Africa to Brazil, they're everywhere. The humans don't know how to deal with them. The world's strongest armies are overrun by the legions of the flesh-eating mindless undead. I am not human, nor am I one of them. In the midst of the chaos which man brought upon himself, I am searching for my family. My brother Jacob lives in the City of London, Ontario, with his wife Mildred and my nephew, Arthur. They're out there, and I mean to find them. After the death of my parents, they're the only family I've got. Zombies are everywhere and they're a threat to mankind. I fight them, but I can't do it alone. The humans want me dead too. When they see me, all they see is another zombie. When they realize that I can think, and talk, they see me as an even greater threat than the average zombie.

I don't feed on humans, but I do feed, preferably on livestock and other animals when I can find them. Zombies don't eat animals, they prefer human flesh. I force myself to consume animal flesh even though it's repugnant to me because I can't bear to eat human flesh. Caught somewhere between human and zombie, mortal and immortal, I wander the planet Earth, looking for my family. I thought I was the only one of my kind, until I met Lorelei Vegas. I was in Mississauga, a suburb of Toronto overrun by the zombies. This man and his two daughters were surrounded by zombies, and thought they could hold off dozens of them with a single revolver. I came just in the nick of time, but I wasn't the only one. This woman in black appeared out of nowhere. Tall and absolutely stunning, with bright red hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. Armed with two swords, she cut a bloody swath through the zombies.

I had never seen anything or anyone move like that woman did. She wasn't just strong and fast, she was simply superhuman. Singlehandedly she took out more than half of the zombies converging on the humans. I picked up a shovel and hacked my way through the rest. Whenever I attack them, the zombies seem confused. I look like them and smell like them, but I'm not one of them. When I attack them, they fight back. Until I attack them, they don't notice I'm around. Zombies are barely aware of each other's presence, really. They're just eating machines on two legs. They don't eat each other because the taste of their flesh is repugnant, even to themselves and for that reason they repel each other.

You might have noticed that I use 'they' a lot when referring to zombies, that's because I don't consider myself one of them. I'm not sure what I am but I definitely know what I'm not. I'm not a brain-dead flesh-eater. I'm not a fucking zombie. I am...who I am. Anyhow, the lady in black saved the humans by dispatching the zombies. I cautiously approached her, and found myself within a hair's breadth from getting beheaded. The lady was ready to cut my head off, but I politely asked her not to. You should have seen the look on her face, man. Now, I don't decay or smell funny like other zombies do. I look like a man who's been dead for only a few hours. Still, people have gotten an eye for spotting the undead since the Outbreak, so some of them know I'm dead when they see me. Only way I've gotten some of them to stop trying to kill me is by talking to them, the one thing they think zombies can't do.

The lady with the sword wasn't human, that much I realized when I got close to her. Oh, she looked perfectly human. Just a tall, pale and eerily beautiful woman dressed entirely in black. The man and girls she saved were Enrique Duarte of Trenton, New Jersey, and his collegiate daughters, Ashley and Diana. They were visiting the City of Toronto, Ontario, when the border between the U.S. and Canada got closed due to the zombie outbreak. The not-so human lady hero glared at me, and asked me what I was. I told her that I was neither human nor a zombie. Then I saw her too-sharp teeth and bright red eyes, and realized that I was standing before a creature of legend, a vampire. Thus I met Lorelei Vegas, a vampire from eighteenth-century England who'd been living as a schoolteacher in Ontario, Canada, at the time of the zombie plague.

Once Lorelei Vegas discovered what I was, she recruited me into her merry little band. You see, the zombie plague has caused all kinds of other creatures to crawl out of the woodwork. Enrique, the Mexican-born father of two whom I thought was a human turned out to be a werewolf. His daughters Ashley and Diana were human, entirely human, and keenly aware of the fact that their father is a wolf-man. What a world we live in, ladies and gentlemen. A British-born female vampire, a black Canadian ex-cop-turned-intelligent zombie, a Mexican-American werewolf, and two human girls, trying to survive in a world overrun by the zombies. Do we stand a chance in hell against these insurmountable odds? We're about to find out.