REBOUND
A microfiction entry for The Fiction Dealer: Microdosing - 100mg of Necromancy
Kazuto Nishio, private inventor, beaconed with a fluttering of his hand. Morio Hayashi strolled past the threshold before the door irised shut. He stared in amazement, wondering about the billions of yen he bankrolled to Nishio.
“Master Kazuto, are you sure this will work?” Hayashi spoke, resting his hand over his chin.
“Positive. We’ll have a new army up and running before the ships are half-way across the Pacific!”
Hayashi nodded, unable to break his attention from the machine. “So, they’ll just die all over again.”
“How can you kill what’s already dead. Now, behold…” Nishio tapped in a code.
The machine hummed to life; the lights dimmed, the ventilation tapering into a gentle murmur. Both men ran up to the picture window overlooking a sprawling graveyard.
The grounds stirred, then erupted in a geyser of dirt. Hundreds, then thousands…tens of thousands of rotting cadavers rose from their graves and marched into a flank, facing the mansion housing both men.
Hayashi froze, his mouth agape as if dead himself.
Nishio cracked a grin, canting his head with contentment. “See? The Lazarus machine works like a charm!”
Done as an entry for The Fiction Dealer’s Microdosing - 100mg of Necromancy, Spooktober Edition.
Now just add cybernetic enhancements, and maybe they'll slay and not just wake the sleeping giant this time. Nice conceit on this one.