[This is a Round Robin, which means that each person takes the story in any direction he or she wishes, as long as it's reasonably consistent with what went before. Limit your posts to three or four sentences. One sentence is good. So is one word. It's your call. I'll continue to repost Zombie Robin through Halloween, at least until someone has provided a suitably horrific ending.]
Meanwhile in a lab hidden high in the Carpathian mountains....
The doctor, once a respected veterinarian now mad with lust for power over life itself, laid out the parts carefully on the bed of shaved ice next to his operating theatre. Components from donors only recently deceased to replace the parts damaged in last years failed attempt to destroy the evil, undead bird.. New leathery bat wings to carry him silently through the black of night; new razor talons to rend the bodies of his victims; a new beak, sharp as a shard of broken glass to penetrate their sweet flesh and drink the warm, salty flow that sustains his unholy, undead life. . . . (The story continues below the fold)
On the tiny, scaled down surgical gurney the all but lifeless form of the robin laid burnt and mangled; shaved bare and draped in crimson surgical sheets..The scalpel danced in the gloved hands of the surgeon with the grace of a ballet dancer as he sliced and debrided first here then there; clamping, suturing, suctioning with psychotic glee... removing parts too badly damaged to repair.. "Patience my beautiful avian friend.. patience..Just a few more days to go.. Soon it will be time to rise and the world will feel once again the peck of the Zombie Robin....Muhahahahahaha.."
Once all the parts were assembled, the Doctor attached the cables that ran back to his car battery to the leathery wings.
Once all the parts were assembled, the Doctor attached the cables that ran back to his car battery to the leathery wings.
Posted by: maggie katzen | October 30, 2006 at 10:12 PM
when suddenly his cell phone rang out the familiar tune of
Posted by: gail | October 31, 2006 at 08:07 AM
Back From the Dead
Posted by: Scott P | October 31, 2006 at 08:39 AM
"Damn, who could that be?" he scowled, but he answered anyway.
Posted by: gail | October 31, 2006 at 11:18 AM
"Hello? Eugene, it's your mother. Where have you been? Now, you are coming to dinner tonight, yes?"
Posted by: Carin | October 31, 2006 at 12:33 PM
"Of course, mother. . . . Is it alright if I bring a friend?"
Posted by: gail | October 31, 2006 at 12:36 PM
"Yes, coming for dinner." he replied, thinking "yes, dinner for my new creation, BWAH ha ha haaaaaaa."
Posted by: maggie katzen | October 31, 2006 at 12:37 PM
"Does your friend have any special dietary requirements, dear?"
Posted by: gail | October 31, 2006 at 01:45 PM
"Yes Mother. Red Meat...Rare"
Posted by: Jon Doe | October 31, 2006 at 01:52 PM
"Mother, I must let you go. I have more work to accomplish before tonight's festivities."
Posted by: Jon Doe | October 31, 2006 at 01:54 PM