The Corruption

By Ardy

Do I really believe that Zombies stormed Noah’s Ark? Not anymore than I really believe in Vampires, Monsters under beds, talking birds, or sadistic giant princesses. I do, however believe in evil, and even in my fiction, no matter how fantastic it may be, I will attempt to portray evil accurately.
"“Now the earth was corrupt in God’s sight, and the earth was filled with violence. And God saw the earth, and behold, it was corrupt, for all flesh had corrupted their way on the earth” Genesis 6:11,12, ESV
The Corrupted...a zombie story of biblical proportions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ardy
• Release date: Sep 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370844746

Ardy

I live in Northern New Mexico. My biggest influences include Stephen King, C.S. Lewis, Tolkien, Frank Peretti, and Trey Parker. I write mainly fantasy, science fiction, and horror, often with a Christian slant.Some of the things I write are just for fun, like most of my free short stories, which I will continue to produce as long as these interesting, and sometimes quite messed up ideas keep popping into my head. Some things I write because I feel that they are important. I don't intend to be preachy and try not to insert messages into my writing unless I forewarn the reader that they'll be there. My main intentions with my works are to entertain the reader, make the reader think, and sometimes just to give them a good little scare.Two things seem to creep into my writing often. One is my faith. The other is my proclivity for horror, which even rears its ugly head in my Christian pieces.Check my blog for special coupons and discounts that will be available exclusively at smashwords.com.I appreciate any review, and please be honest.

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The Corruption

Ardy

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Copyright 2017 Ardy

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Now the earth was corrupt in God’s sight, and the earth was filled with violence. And God saw the earth, and behold, it was corrupt, for all flesh had corrupted their way on the earth Genesis 6:11,12, ESV

Chapter One

Noah closed the old man’s eyes. Methuselah was gone. His grandfather had lived nine hundred sixty-nine years. The oldest man on record, as far as Noah knew, had lived to be nine hundred sixty-two. Methuselah had beaten that record by seven years. That might have even meant something seven years ago. But the death of one old man, in one obscure corner of the globe, was hardly noteworthy now. Who cared about such things when the world was coming to an end?

Well, Noah did, and he would remember. He would pass his grandfather’s memory down to his descendants. Provided there were any descendants for him to pass it down to. Ham, Shem, and Japheth sat across the old man’s bedchambers weeping. Noah loved them for it. His sons were good men, and good men had been rare long before living men had. It hadn’t been easy for them, growing up on this secluded compound, isolated from the outside world, spending most of their hundred years building what much of the world had thought of (back when much of the world had been capable of thinking) as Noah’s Folly. But they had never argued with their crazy father, or their grandfather, or great-grandfather. They had never questioned their work.

The boys had never doubted Noah’s reasons for building a gigantic boat miles from any body of water. At first, none of them, including Noah, knew why they had been told to build their ugly floating zoo. Surely, the world was evil, but a flood to destroy all flesh, including animals? It seemed a little extreme, even for God. But as Noah worked, he had watched. It wasn’t long before the reason became clear. It wasn’t long before a global cleansing began to emerge as the only real solution to the fate befalling the earth.

From the compound, land purchased over nine hundred years ago by his great-grandfather Enoch, Noah and his family had watched the world descend into unprecedented depravity. Then they watched as the Great War had produced the Corruption. Then, as God’s prediction of one hundred years drew ever closer, they watched as the living corpses who now walked the earth feeding on the living began to outnumber their prey. The world was dying and that death was alive, deadly, and relentless.

The boys had been born there on Enoch’s land and they knew little of the outside world. Noah was glad of that. He hoped his folly would prove to be salvation for his sons. That they would be the fathers of a new world that wouldn’t embrace wickedness so readily as to eventually create its own destruction. They were so young, one hundred, ninety-eight, and ninety-six years old respectively. But even thinking about their ages grieved Noah. How long would it be before one-hundred was no longer considered young? The weapon that the government had deployed against the deadly corpses had indeed sped up their decomposition, rendering the bodies inert and harmless within a week. Then, like the very virus the weapon had been created to