Poem: Infected Some pigmen say that we came from lightning, or an apple falling onto our heads, saying that was the fate of the zombie pigmen. But I think, as a zombie pigman, they are quite wrong. This, I think, is what should belong on those newspapers, articles, and wiki's of all sorts. After all, I'm the only zombie pigman who wears shorts. One day, out of the old, a young pig was bitten by a zombie. The pig bled and bled, until confirmed dead. Another pig, decided to go to see what was up. The pig he had sent, hadn't come back in months. So, the pig, went on his way, which took two days to come to the little village spot. Well, he thought, why not? When he finally arrived, he decided to steal some carrots and some leaves, like a pig thief. As he turned his back, he got attacked. A zombie had bitten the pig, but the pig never noticed and went back to his normal routines. Making sure he doesn't get seen. When he went back to camp, he was dead. Unfortunately, for the pigs he touched, the zombie plague spread very much. And thus, zombie pigmen were born. Vowing to never touch zombies in their free time, since they'd rather spend some quality time killing players of all types, with a golden sword and a pocket knife.
