[ WP ] The dead comes back until all there photos and videos are deleted .

Have you ever heard the saying that a photograph captures a fragment of your soul? Well, it turned out to be true. As a Hunter, I've seen my fair share of fucked up pictures and disgusting homemade sextapes, but atleast I get to destroy them. They come back in various forms - some are phantoms, like the shit you'd see in movies ( Ironically, an actor being a ghost in a movie could litteraly come back as a ghost because of the film ), some are ghouls, some are humanoid zombies who will run at you with olympic speeds with the intention to kill you. Of course, there are variations of each species, but you get the idea. The one thing they've got in common, though, is their absolute refusal to die, unless you've destroyed every piece of evidence of their existence. You can strike a wraith down with a silver sword, or smash a ghoul to pieces, but they rarely stay dead more than two hours or so, before respawning near their phylactery. These can be pictures hanging on the wall, or a laptop with a harddrive containing pictures of them. 
 
 Why do they try to kill us, you ask? Well, it turns out dying is a traumatic experience that twists your mind. We still do n't know what lies beyond our death, and what kind of deity screws with our conscience once we go dark, but what we do know it's enough to spawn an urge to murder when you rise from the grave. 
 
 Now, we live in an apocalypse. Restless spirits wander the streets at night, groaning. At dawn, the ghouls emerge from the subway tunnels, roaming in daylight, searching for prey. Each kill spawns a new problem. Us hunters, we're rare. Not only because it takes a certain kind of fucked up individual to willingly go head first into battle with dead people, but also because of the lack of equipment available. Believe it or not, silver weapons are not that common. I myself sport a silver knife, a gun with one bullet, a crossbow with silvertipped arrows, and a small hatchet, and a USB stick containing a single picture of myself. All others have been deleted. Should I find myself in a sticky situation of impending doom, I simply break the USB in half and let it happen. 
 
 That's my life, and the reality I live in. Currently, I've taken shelter in a church near a graveyard. Are you insane, you think - but no, whilst a graveyard would be the worst place to be in a scenario where the dead rise, remember that they immediately go search for prey and respawn near their phylacteries. Meaning, I'm all alone in a wooden church, surrounded by a graveyard with more empty holes than a busy minefield. It's one of the safest places to be. 
 
 Tomorrow, I'll deal with the wraith terrorising a mansion of survivors. Bet it's just an old painting in the basement.
