Dark Side Of The... Wait, where's the moon!?

[K2]

All throughout the moons around Helios, the dead would find themselves alive and well, and seemingly in new bodies. Where the recently destroyed moon had been, many would appear now in the vacuum of space, among the rubble and ruins and debris. Those who could not breathe in space would find themselves continuously dying and being revived over and over. Hopefully, some had magic and could use it to teleport away or allow themselves to breathe.

[Ragnar the Red]

At first, no who's jobs weren't centered around surveillance of some sort didn't notice much. The streets just seemed overly filled. Seriously overly filled. Why the hell were there so many people?

However, things would not stay this way for long. The moons of Helios were a diverse area filled with many races of sentient beings. Unfortunately, it was also has a history of peoples who strived for racial superiority. As warlords and armies began to rise from the dead, wars began to break out between them. Undead Enrakni attacked undead Heliphlein, and undead Heliphlein attacked undead Iapaq. While the dead took most of the beating, the living who were but innocent civilians were getting cut in the crossfire. The government was quick to react, but not quick to respond. Soldiers, security, everything from the lowly traffic officer to the greatest iron dragon began trying to break up the fighting. Unfortunately, without any real plan, they became contributors as well.

[K2]

The zombie apocalypse had began. Overnight, the dead turned corrupted. As their bodies and spirits became suddenly incompatible, the revived would be helpless as their bodies went crazy. Infecting. Killing. Biting. Eating flesh. Everyone who died, regardless of rather they'd been bit, would find themselves suddenly transformed into zombies due to the Spirit Realm failure. Needless to say, things were taking a turn for the worst.