Rudolph

Rudolph

In the icy depths of the North Pole, where a once-magical realm thrived, a sinister transformation took hold. Rudolph, the beloved red-nosed reindeer, had fallen victim to an unfortunate fate. His radiant glow, once a beacon of hope, had turned into a cursed mark, inflicted upon him by a zombie's wretched bite.

Rudolph, the newly transformed leader of a ghastly horde, now commanded an army of zombified reindeer. His once-jolly companions had succumbed to the same dreadful fate, becoming mindless monsters under his sway. Together, they roamed the frozen wastelands, their eyes vacant and their steps devoid of the grace that once carried them.

Amidst the chaos, only a handful of inhabitants remained in the North Pole. Santa Claus, burdened with grief and desperation, fought tirelessly alongside a few loyal elves. They launched valiant efforts to repel the relentless onslaught of the zombie reindeer, clinging to the faint glimmer of hope that remained. But their noble struggle proved futile.

As the days turned into endless nights, the battle against the ravenous horde pushed Santa and the remaining elves to their limits. Their weariness seeped deep into their bones, eroding their resolve with each passing moment. Despite their unwavering determination, the infection began to claim them one by one, erasing their humanity and turning them into creatures of the undead.

In the throes of despair, Santa and his once-merry helpers succumbed to their inevitable fate. They joined the ranks of the undead, their cherished memories fading into darkness as their minds were consumed by insatiable hunger. No longer bound to the North Pole, they spread their contagion across the world, infecting everything in their path.

The joyous holiday spirit that once filled the hearts of people everywhere now crumbled under the weight of the undead's tyranny. The world, once full of laughter and mirth, fell into a bleak existence, plagued by an unstoppable army of zombie reindeer and their fallen leader, Rudolph.