The Bad Soul Part 1 by Frankie Valdez

In the attic he is bitten. Rats escape and unwittingly find sanctuary underneath the van of the paid mercenary genocidal human death machine , The Bad Soul.

The rats lay dormant in the van for days, convulsions, mutating, not awake but not quite dead incubating the disease. the twisted cocktail of bio-toxins intimately weave a new strand of sickness we find ourselves biologically fucked and now the true world order begins.

Attending an HTTH show the following weekend. The rats make their way into the club hypnotized and lethal. Motivated to kill.

The metal scene is the first to be exposed after incubation, Mojo El Diablo anti-propaganda machine greets the vermin with a war cry a work of art wrought with angst and above all else inspired for the Lost anarchy, blank pages are penned. the New New Testament is found deep within latest edition. His blood stream is saturated with enough blow to combat infection but even the sickest in society are turnt up. A suitable host for the afterlife party.

TO BE CONTINUED