Necroepilogos
novel
Nothing walks the black cinder of Earth except the undead leftovers, reanimated by science so advanced it may as well be magic. Twisted into unimaginable forms by flesh-shaping and machine-grafting, the undead are the only remnant of a civilization reduced to bitter ash and organic slurry. Zombies shuffle through the ruins of nuclear fire and biological warfare and far worse, alongside rusted war-machines still holding the posts of a thousand ancient conflicts, dwarfed by god-engines turned so alien that even the extinct necromancers would have run screaming. Elpida doesn’t know this world, but she’s up on her feet, leading a half-dozen other fresh revenants, ripped from the oblivion of eternity and disgorged shivering and naked on cold metal slabs in a womb-lab of blinking lights and blaring alarms, by machines running some ancient plan to spit them out into a world long dead. Necroepilogos is a web serial about body horror and alienation, weird zombie-girls gluing themselves back together, mad science beyond mortal ken, and trying to cradle the flower of companionship in twitching, undead fingers. Readers have described Necroepilogos as: infinite Fortnite with undead lesbians Necroepilogos: Isekai'd into the Post-Post-Post-Post-Apocalypse by a Graveworm's Gacha Addiction and Now I'm a Cannibal!? an infinity of fucked up girlthings. “And you cut me to pieces with your terrible claws. (And we were both girls)” maginanomachines have for some reason decided to endlessly make th