The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

I'm having somewhat of a frustrating week, in that I have written tons of silly little things that amount to nothing at all. It's a lack of focus, so here's something old to keep me busy.

I had this idea once, to turn a modern disease into the antagonist in a fantasy world, and see what would happen. I made a quick draft at the time, and, after a few modifications by the mechanical writer that doesn't create stories in an episodic format for all readers that enjoys cliffhangers it was ready.

WHAT FLOWS THROUGH THESE VEINS? (How cancer kills a world of fantasy)

A cold cell, desolate, the cascade begins. Stones decent from above, reigning down upon the innocent that lie in disease-ridden fields. A small boy has a fever, and the dream becomes an omen for his people. His prophecy is one of deadly despair. None shall life to see a new day. It is the day the dead will rise from their graves, and consume the living.

Few people survive in isolation, their bodies soon disturbed by unseen forces. Twisting their eyes out of their now hollow sockets. Misshapen, abominable, they are the next evolution of decay. The last of humanity has a flicker of hope. Nameless heroes quest for a better realm, facing the restless dead before joining their legions.

At the rise of a new kingdom, the rulers decreed that none should walk beyond the gates of the city. None did, but the rats that thrive on the dead and living alike brought a new disease, one of absolute death. The last human city soon fell at the hands of mere rodents. The dead now walk the lifeless streets.

A heartbeat later, and all is forgotten. The body absorbs the dead, takes them in like cancer. Slowly it spreads, cell after cell corrupted. The body grows weary, tiresome. The mind fades, not enough will to keep fighting the rising dead. A flicker of hope, a growth removed, a year respite, and the dead return in full force, taking world after world.

It is everywhere now, and the body is no longer able to sustain itself. A new death comes from outside, killing the living and obliterating the dead. By weakening the rats it brings its own disease. It quickly spreads, with the patient now on his deathbed.