The Undead Among the Dead

[Demetri Malius]

Heavy breathing filled the musky air as she rushed passed the low moans of them. Rough boots slammed against the hard ground, unrelenting and unforgiving to any life the fell upon it. Rotting arms reached out to try to grab at the woman that ran passed them, a woman who dodged and ducked around them, swinging a bloody, rusted axe wildly around her, slapping at anything that got too close.

"Only a few hundred my ass..."

Thick, dark, globby blood spewed forth from the neck of the nearest flesh-chomper as the rusted blade sliced through the dead grey skin, causing its head to flop to the side and the body to tumble as it lost its balance, leaving it to slam into the ground, watching through a mess of throbbing muscles and tendons that watched its prey run off into the thick fog.

With her eyes narrowed, the dark haired woman flew through the mist, her senses trained and focused on making sure that--

A lazy ass crawler suddenly throws its hand out in a sporadic attempt to take her down, grabbing and scratching her leg, getting caught on her boot.

"Fucking.... little shitstain...." she shouted as she tripped and stumbled, smacking the back of the hatchet into the undead's skull, knocking it off of her boots. However, the distraction was enough for the runners behind her to catch up, one of them jumping onto her back, forcing her to spin and shake to try to take it off, fighting off the undead fuckers that were bloodthirsty enough to take her on. She held them off, using the hatchet as a blocking mechanism while she reached to her side for her handgun, the asshole on her back struggling to bite her neck until she reached up, popping a bullet into his skull, brains flying out into the air,the undead's limp body falling off of her as she put a bullet into each of the three attacked she was holding off with her hatchet. She gave a low grunt as she continued on, the zombies becoming more scarce as she neared a clearer part of the area, finding a road.


"I'm going to shove my foot so far up that bastard's asshole he is gonna taste the dead flesh on the bottom of my boots..."

Gabriella fumbled with her gun angrily, switching out the clip and tossing the empty one in he backpack. She then slung her hatchet over her shoulder as she walked along the road back to Darkshire, mumbling obscenities and curses as she trudged along.

***

"What the fuck was that shit out there."

A hand slammed a struggling man to a nearby wall, pinning him up by the neck.

"I-I didn't know there were that many!"

"Oh, but you seemed so damn fucking sure when you offered me such little fucking supplies for it. You think a single case would take care of the fucking hundreds of zed out there? I would need what you are ppaying me to survive out there for FIVE MINUTES. Just because the fucking disease doesn't affect me and I am a pretty little fuck you think you cant fuck me over like I am some dumb bitch don't you?"

"NO! I didn't... I just thought that... you... you seemed pretty tough so I figured it was an easy job for you?" the weasel of a man tried to come up with an excuse.

"Alright, trying to play it off now? I'll tell you what. Maybe. Maybe I can forgive you, but I am just gonna have to charge you some interest wouldn't I?

"Of course... I .. I should have a few more boxes of ammo and supplies in the back, maybe I can--"

"Of, not interest like that..." She said, grabbing his sweaty and wrinkled tie as she drug him across the room, bringing him outside.

"Where.... where are we going?"

"Oh, you'll see..." she said with a sexual undertone, trying to calm him down a bit.

She drug him to a dark alley, where she slammed him against the wall, giving him a kiss and softening him up a bit. Her hands trailed down to indecent places, as she whispered in his ear. "This is all mine now..."

She trailed down, squatting in the alleyway, with those passing by trying to avert their gaze.

Until a bloodcurdling scream is heard, with Gabriella dragging the screaming man out of the alleyway, blood dripping from her mouth as she licks her lips. The man sobs and cried out as she tossed him in the street, those who watched [paused only for a moment before minding their own business. It was often that such things were given a blind eye to.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!!"

"Oh, did you not like your surprise? Ungrateful little shit."

"FUCK Y--" 

His words were cut out by a pained yelp as she smacked her boot across his face, giving a devious smile. Another kick followed to his stomach, , then his arm, then repeatedly over and over again while she savored the taste of her meal with a smile, all while enjoying her new little plaything, revenge for the shit she had to go through earlier today because of him.

[Victor Wolfe]

Moving quickly through the seemingly endless darkness Victor sighed, he had come for a party but it seemed that the moors had closed down on his kind of fun. The many corpses of the once undead littered his path whilst stragglers of what must have been quite the massacre. Slowly crawling towards him he stared at one of the creatures, its flesh rotting as it drooled with nothing but primal hunger in its eyes. He considered putting it out of its misery but decided that if his blades were to be coated in rotting flesh it would be of something that would at least provide an interesting hunt. Turning his attention away from the crawling corpse he scanned over its fallen brethren, it looked like some sort of tornado of axes had passed through, brains and body parts scattered around painting the ground and nearby trees a brilliant red. Some of the creatures had suffered a more merciful fate, their grey matter escaping from the back of their heads from what appeared to be bullet holes. 
 
"At least the route to the town has such fine art to admire on the way there” he laughed to himself as he started to walk only to feel something hold his leg back in place. Looking down he saw the crawler trying to pull itself close enough to sink its teeth into his tender flesh. He grinned, even though it was so weak it still had the tenacity to try and get one last meal. Lifting his leg the grin widening he brought his free foot across hitting the ghoul across the side of the face sending it rolling to the side and freeing his other leg. He sauntered over to it raising his leg and slamming his foot down, causing the creature's head to collide with a rock a loud crunch as bone cracked. The rush that filled the assassin as he brought his foot up and down onto the zombies skull as he felt it slowly fall apart and saw his boots and trouser legs start to become coated in zombie blood, pure bliss. He let out a sadistic cackle stomping away until not much remained above the stump that made up the undead neck. Dusting himself off Victor decided that asking the local townies may be a good start in finding a camping ground for this little hunting vacation, after all if they all died that easy where was the hunt in it?
 
He followed the path of corpses admiring the handy work of what or who ever had decided to end their miserable existences, walking through the blood, guts and bodies reminded him of getting a nice present on his birthday. Just a happy moment that may bring a tear to his eye. The local undead had apparently decided that with the lack of a proper horde in this section of the forest attacking another potentially dangerous person would not be the best idea as he was not bothered by any of them on his way to the town, barely even hearing a moan or growl as he reached the gates to Darkshire the sign and entrance far less welcoming than a visitor from a foreign kingdom would expect. But he did not mind, after all it seemed like a town where people would keep to themselves and not ask too many questions. as he wandered down the streets he passed an alleyway noticing a woman and a rather small ratty looking man "oh so there is that kind of nightlife here too, maybe this town is more fun than I thought " he tittered getting ready to head off before the action unfolding in the ally got any more intimate than the mouth to crotch servicing that looked like it was about to start. 
 
Heading off with a sigh his attention returned to the alleyway as he heard a blood curdling scream the pitch getting a little higher towards the end , he took a few steps backwards and looked again , the gentleman was leaking blood from his groin and the woman's lips were dripping red , blood running down her face. A lot of cursing followed her only response to his loud complaints to try and kick him to death. Leaning against the entrance to the alley he smiled admiring her attitude, apparently this town had some more interesting people than he would have thought. 
 
His eyes drifted over her form, she was short in comparison to him about five and a half feet if he had to guess, but despite her apparent habit of biting men in tender places he would have to say she was quite the beauty, her black hair flowing in the wind as she moved around her victim with relentless kicks, the gore that covered her clothing fitting the scene even better, and all of her clothes appeared to be designed for a purpose over aesthetics, something he could respect. "If only more people could appreciate the beauty of a woman who dressed to kick ass and looked great doing it” he sighed. She had drawn his interest, no longer was he thinking of sinking his blade into undead flesh, instead he decided to introduce himself to this glorious specimen of humanity. He walked over clapping his hands together with a smile drawing her attention and the attention of her victim, to surprise to use the chance to escape. "Well what a lovely show on what I had thought was going to be such a dreary night my dear, I assume that this fine gentleman has done something to provoke such a vicious assault my dear?" The man that had been on the receiving end of her beating took the opportunity rushing over to Victor grasping at his leg "You have to help me!" he cried "This psycho bitch wants to kill me! I can pay you if you help me just please make her stop!" he snivelled a trail of blood showing the route he had ran. Victor leaned down and wiped away one of the guys tears "aww, such a sad tale you have, but I am afraid I do not need your money, after all I have these" Victor removed his golden dagger from its sheathe "see isn't it pretty?" he said as he slashed it across the exposed ankles of her victim before kicking him causing him to slide back to the black haired murderess. "Whilst kicking them until  they die is fun in a very animal way I tend to find cutting their ankles then watching them try to run away can be just as fun before ending their pathetic lives , but I am not one to tell you how to go about getting your kicks after all the show so far has been entertaining, The name is Victor Wolfe and what may I call the blood stained goddess in front of me ?" he grinned watching the terror in the now unable to walk torture toys eyes.

[Demetri Malius]

Gabbriella fought back the urge to keep her prey to herself, but watched in amusement as the man with dirty blonde hair and red eyes slit the ankles of her prey, causing him to groan and screech even more as he begged for mercy and tried to crawl to freedom. Gabriella couldn't help but give a smirk.

"Looks like you know how to play with a girl like me, don't you?"

She reached down and grabbed the poor sap of a man by the gruff of his neck and held him up in the air, taking a lick to the blood that dripped from all his wounds.

"Still tastes too shitty. I dont think any amount of tendering will make you taste any sweeter hunny, such a waste of blood and life." She spoke as she pulled back and licked her lips.

"No... no no no please.... I'll do anything please...."

"Then die."

With that she stretched up slightly before letting him go mid-air, allowing him to do a bit of a flip before grabbing the full front of his face and skull and slamming him into the ground, a horriffying CRRACK! sounding out in the middle of the street as she gave a sharp exhale of relief and rolled her shoulders. 

"Sorry to end our fun there love, but I don't tend to toy with my food too long. As for\ this sweet goddess of blood and gore, you may call me by the name, Gabriella."

The shady blonde seemed to chuckle at her.

"Wonderful name, Gabriella, though it is a shame you had to end the fun with the poor bastard, but now whatever shall we do for entertainment?"

"Well if you do find yourself interested..." she gave a coy smile as she walked over to the assassin, playfully swinging her body as she rubbed her hands up is chest and played stroked his chin. "...I have another job with some crazy wolf psychos nearby. Local pigs have been complaining a lot about it all, and I want to see what its all about. Maybe we can see how much they will pay us and we can have some fun along the way? That is, if you think you can keep up with this sexy huntress~."

She spoke as she turned her rear towards him, before letting his chin go and turning away, softly strolling down the street, a glance or two looking behind her to see if he was still following.