It spread around the world in 6 days.

Tourists & business travellers brought it back to their own countries first, and there in new lands it spread. In a desperate attempt to find a cure for the virus, a specialized lab was set up in Kinshasa, South Africa, close to the original outbreak. As the virus seemed to be spread through mammals, wild animals were rounded up from the area to use as test subjects.

Amongst these was an old lion, captured whilst he slept in the sun and caged with the other unfortunate creatures. The scientists injected all of the animals with various virus samples collected from the diseased so that various blood works & vaccine attempts could be tested. One by one the animals died and the humans became increasingly desperate as the virus spread. Only the old lion lived through each injection, in fact the virus seemed to have an opposite effect on him, and instead of withering and dying, he slowly grew stronger, more canny, vigorous and hungry.

They tested his blood daily, becoming convinced that the cure lay in him, but as they worked to discover the key, the scientists themselves began to succumb to the virus. Little accidents in the lab run by flawed human beings spread the virus even there and they started dying, just like the animals, just like humans all over the world. Under-manned, overworked, frightened and exhausted, the dwindling scientists raced for the cure. Testing the lion over and over again, and failing.

Finally one of the last of them hit on something in his cross-cultures, and in his eagerness whilst hurriedly pulling another sample from the lion he didn't take the time to ensure the latch had fallen closed fully. The lions eyes missed nothing however and in the shadows of his cage, his teeth gleamed softly, like a ghost in the darkness. It was with tears of relief in his eyes that the scientist sent the details of his successful results to the lab headquarters, finally it was over, a cure! So many would live... but not him.

The last thing he heard was the lion's hunting roar behind him as it sprang, deafening thunder in the small laboratory. And that was the way the man who saved humanity died. The noble lion's story was not over however... he found his way out of the compound and into the wild. No longer slowed by the ravages of age, he was powerful and fast now, and had a taste for human flesh. He fed well from local villages, not passing on the virus, but seeming in the peoples eyes to embody its voracious appetite for devouring humans, they began to call him Isimu Ukulunga (Natures Justice) and worshipped him as a god born from mans arrogance and abuse of the world.

Eventually the authorities called in professional big game hunters from around the world to try and take out the great lion, and they came from far and wide for the challenge and the glory. But no matter how experienced or what methods they used, the great lion hunted and ate them all with ease, leaving scraps by the villages as if he wanted everyone to know how invincible he was. Man was no longer the dominant creature on earth, the lion was indeed King.

With his proud roar still echoing across the warm savanna nights, he became our Leo and part of The Zombie Zodiac myths.

Sign Traits

The Leo Survivor
The Leo survivor will probably gravitate to either a group leader position as they are confident, ambitious and extremely likeable. Their generous natures make them very fair and they respect and understand peoples differences. They have a zest for life and warmth that will make them popular and dynamic leaders, if you can win the loyalty of a Leo survivor, you'll have someone who will always have your back, and be a great encouraging support to you.

The Leo Zombie
The Leo zombie is likely to be the most aggressive, most dominant one in a horde. Unhappy alone they will be agitated and restless, even ignoring the living until they find more of their kind. You can tell a Leo zombie if you see one standing alone in the street, wailing melodramatically to the sky. They're also very vain, and will keep themselves unusually clean for a zombie. In fact, they can often be found standing in front of anything reflective, swaying and moaning happily to themselves, as if admiring their reflection.