Good evening ladies and gentle-readers. I am your narrator, and I write this prologue for the purpose of introducing you to the insane and unfortunate events that took place not too long ago, in a place not too far away from where you are now...if where you are now happens to be somewhere in Ontario, Canada, because this story takes place in Toronto.
Let me offer you the perspectives of various mad individuals, of damsels and felines in distress, of aliens both living and dead. Allow me into your mind as you visualize a Toronto circa 2004, Christmas, and the other twelve months that followed.
Have you ever wondered, “what is the recipe for madness?” I know from experience, and this story, that even the sanest man, the kindest individual, will go mad once in a while. But what drives a man to madness? What is the recipe for insane craziness? In the case of veterinarian, Dr. Vic McNaughton, something struck deep at his heart and at his home and sent him careening over the edge.
What you are about to read are the circumstances by which this one man was driven horribly, horribly, and irrevocably insane. Also, there are Zombies. Zombies from space!
Picture, if you will, a normal cat clinic by day. The customers come in and out and cats get their surgeries and medicines. The people who work there are unsuspecting, normal people with houses and cars. Nothing strange has ever happened to them.
There’s Betsy, the Secretary, who dreams of Dr. Vic McNaughton. She longs for him like a delicate flower longs for sustaining sun. In her mind she prays that he will deliver her from the drab, dusky darkness of her own sad day-to-day life...hoping he will transport her...hoping he will transform her. Apparently, sometimes you DO need a man to complete you.
But Dr. Vic has come to rely on his mundanity - he does not long for change. He treasures his routine like it was a pile of gold that could buy him the world. And right now, his world does not include Betsy, or her love. Oh, he’s not cruel, just ignorant of her burgeoning feelings. In general, he is not much aware of emotions beyond the feelings he has for felines, especially his own cat, Ju-Jube.
Mrs. Smith and her cat, Rinny-Tin-Tinny are frequent clients. She can be found at the clinic quite often, as she forgets when she’s supposed to bring Rinny-Tin in, and ends up stopping by several times a week. She has always been absent minded, but Betsy has pointed out to Vic that Mrs. Smith seemed even more vacant than usual. Vic counters by mentioning that his best friend, Nick, who works at the cemetery next to his home, has fallen victim to a similar malady. He is merely a vegetable now.
Meanwhile, in the skies above Yonge-Dundas Square, on-lookers observed a Unidentified Flying Pie-plate-type craft, chased by two other UFPTCs. Are these terrible omens flying in the sky? they wondered. Are they the cause or warnings about the Zombie-like malady that has struck a smattering of Torontonians? The frightened humans watched helplessly as the silver saucers blast each other with fiery balls of ethereal flame. The two pursuing ships were exploded by the ship they were chasing. They disintegrated and dissipated into the clouds as the last ship zipped off into the horizon.
And so, you are about up to speed. Let me turn you over to the perspectives of the various characters. Go ahead, tell yourself it’s just a story. Comfort yourself if you must, but remember, Toronto is real, so why shouldn’t these events be real? Hmmm? Take that thought with you to bed.
The above prologue from Space Zombies is copyright Regan W. H. Macaulay, 2014 (Space Zombies: 13 Months of Brain-Spinning Mayhem! copyright Triple Take Productions 2004-2012, co-written by Kevin Risk and Regan W. H. Macaulay)