06-25-2016, 05:03 AM
My hands plunged into the depths of my pockets, as my back arched back by a few degrees. The motions came as if of their own volition, with me barely registering the change in posture, after all, who'd take note of something as natural to them as their own breathing, or the beating of their heart?
Taking one careful step after the other, I strode after the rose colored bundle of disgruntlement, an improvement over her previous rage. Any notion of approaching her and striking up a conversation was struck down, deemed to be too much trouble for too little gain. By the time I'd made it to the same group of very colorful people that was her destination, she'd already set off towards the nearby forest with some red-haired sucker to do something or another. I'm pretty sure the poor boy was actually dragged off against his will, but that didn't concern me now with both of them gone.
The ones left behind were an android of some sort, a small red dinosaur(?), and a living gargoyle. Off in the distance a female knight, furry lady, and cat eared teenager could be seen nearer to the water. The tall android regarded me with a steely gaze, the man looked both reasonable and dependable, it was clear to me that he was the de facto leader of this unlucky bunch.
Before any words could be exchanged between the two of us, a high pitched scream captured everyone's attention and directed it to someone I was only just now noticing, a muscular man clad in black and red spandex clinging tightly to his body. His hands plastered to his cheeks as he continued to dramatically wail.
His ridiculous performance was interrupted by a half charred Syntech employee missing half their skin tackling him to the ground, prompting everyone to explode into motion, even the dead and buried.
Growling bartenders, waiters, and flight attendants clawed at each other as they slowly rose up out of the sands that must've served as their grave, a final cosmic middle finger to those who were deemed to be too boring and insignificant. I felt sorry for them, although I'm sure I'd have found it in my heart to be more sympathetic if they weren't currently trying to murder us all and feast on our flesh.
Gunfire and grunts of pained effort filled the air as the overcast sky decided this moment to be sufficiently dramatic and a light rain fell from the heavens. Delaying the obvious course of action would be extremely foolish of me, even more so than usual. If I wanted to survive this mess, I'd have to fight the empty husks of the innocents unlucky enough to have died first. Or were they actually the lucky ones? They didn't have to deal with the zombie army, for one thing.
Ugh, even my inane rambling was not enough to distract me from the painful haze that'd settled over my head, a light concussion most likely. This was just not my day, it'd started so well though. Damn shame.
I roughly swept my sodden fringe from my eye, adopted a low stance, and held my hands out in front of me in a loose grip hoping against all hope for this to work. The blade formed in my awaiting hands, gradually turning from an image in my mind's eye to a tangible reality as it reliably had so many times before. The sturdy sword was almost as long as I was tall, boosting nothing other than size and durable craftsmanship.
It was more than enough for the job, as the first undead to rush me found out, the blade whistling beautifully in the air as it swept down, slashing clean through the pale neck of the freshly deceased, separating head from shoulders. The cool blood didn't spray from neither body nor head, it trickled instead, more gelatinous waste than life giving blood. My eyes locked onto the detached head's one last time, burning the dull expression of vague hunger and wanton aggression, the sunken eyes and the blue lips, into the inside of my eyelids.
That was incredibly easy. Having only sank my blade in monster-kind before, it disturbed me how easily human flesh tore apart with a sharp enough edge. I immediately clamped down on my sudden nausea. It wouldn't end up a pretty sight, barfing in front of the enemy, and for more than one reason.
The next zombie to rush me with flailing arms and pained moaning was met by an overhead smash and a skull full of metal. The range on this thing was amazing.
"Argh!" A lucky zombie sneaked up behind me with the pattering of the rain covering his footsteps, and rammed full strength into my back, clawing me in the process. Halfway down I turned my fall into a roll and put some distance between me and the former employee, but the pain had forced me to drop my weapon where I stood. It clattered to the ground by the zombie's feet, no way I could dive and retrieve it without being ripped to shreds.
An alternative popped to mind, yes, that should work. Not like I had much choice in the matter, it's do or be eaten alive.
I thrust my arm skywards, making a fist and willing my muddled brain to mold its energy to my needs, and to do it quickly. The formerly deceased didn't care for the final theatrics of its prey and darted at the defenseless human. A loud crackle, followed by a bright yellow spark were all the warning afforded to the abomination before its easy meal ducked under its vicious swipe, and rose up with a lightning bolt in its hand, aiming straight for the jawbone.
Sand stuck to my jacket and hair as the powerful discharge knocked me off my feet, while sending the barbecued zombie a foot in the air. It landed with a sickening splat, and a noxious smell I realized with disgust to be burning human flesh took over. The struck head had a vertical tunnel through it, from the jaw upwards, and it was oozing a steaming liquid, probably grey matter.
Right, I don't know how much my stomach more of this abuse my stomach can take. I hastily grabbed my fallen sword and got the fuck away from all that noise. Maybe helping the other living survivors will be distracting enough.
Taking one careful step after the other, I strode after the rose colored bundle of disgruntlement, an improvement over her previous rage. Any notion of approaching her and striking up a conversation was struck down, deemed to be too much trouble for too little gain. By the time I'd made it to the same group of very colorful people that was her destination, she'd already set off towards the nearby forest with some red-haired sucker to do something or another. I'm pretty sure the poor boy was actually dragged off against his will, but that didn't concern me now with both of them gone.
The ones left behind were an android of some sort, a small red dinosaur(?), and a living gargoyle. Off in the distance a female knight, furry lady, and cat eared teenager could be seen nearer to the water. The tall android regarded me with a steely gaze, the man looked both reasonable and dependable, it was clear to me that he was the de facto leader of this unlucky bunch.
Before any words could be exchanged between the two of us, a high pitched scream captured everyone's attention and directed it to someone I was only just now noticing, a muscular man clad in black and red spandex clinging tightly to his body. His hands plastered to his cheeks as he continued to dramatically wail.
His ridiculous performance was interrupted by a half charred Syntech employee missing half their skin tackling him to the ground, prompting everyone to explode into motion, even the dead and buried.
Growling bartenders, waiters, and flight attendants clawed at each other as they slowly rose up out of the sands that must've served as their grave, a final cosmic middle finger to those who were deemed to be too boring and insignificant. I felt sorry for them, although I'm sure I'd have found it in my heart to be more sympathetic if they weren't currently trying to murder us all and feast on our flesh.
Gunfire and grunts of pained effort filled the air as the overcast sky decided this moment to be sufficiently dramatic and a light rain fell from the heavens. Delaying the obvious course of action would be extremely foolish of me, even more so than usual. If I wanted to survive this mess, I'd have to fight the empty husks of the innocents unlucky enough to have died first. Or were they actually the lucky ones? They didn't have to deal with the zombie army, for one thing.
Ugh, even my inane rambling was not enough to distract me from the painful haze that'd settled over my head, a light concussion most likely. This was just not my day, it'd started so well though. Damn shame.
I roughly swept my sodden fringe from my eye, adopted a low stance, and held my hands out in front of me in a loose grip hoping against all hope for this to work. The blade formed in my awaiting hands, gradually turning from an image in my mind's eye to a tangible reality as it reliably had so many times before. The sturdy sword was almost as long as I was tall, boosting nothing other than size and durable craftsmanship.
It was more than enough for the job, as the first undead to rush me found out, the blade whistling beautifully in the air as it swept down, slashing clean through the pale neck of the freshly deceased, separating head from shoulders. The cool blood didn't spray from neither body nor head, it trickled instead, more gelatinous waste than life giving blood. My eyes locked onto the detached head's one last time, burning the dull expression of vague hunger and wanton aggression, the sunken eyes and the blue lips, into the inside of my eyelids.
That was incredibly easy. Having only sank my blade in monster-kind before, it disturbed me how easily human flesh tore apart with a sharp enough edge. I immediately clamped down on my sudden nausea. It wouldn't end up a pretty sight, barfing in front of the enemy, and for more than one reason.
The next zombie to rush me with flailing arms and pained moaning was met by an overhead smash and a skull full of metal. The range on this thing was amazing.
"Argh!" A lucky zombie sneaked up behind me with the pattering of the rain covering his footsteps, and rammed full strength into my back, clawing me in the process. Halfway down I turned my fall into a roll and put some distance between me and the former employee, but the pain had forced me to drop my weapon where I stood. It clattered to the ground by the zombie's feet, no way I could dive and retrieve it without being ripped to shreds.
An alternative popped to mind, yes, that should work. Not like I had much choice in the matter, it's do or be eaten alive.
I thrust my arm skywards, making a fist and willing my muddled brain to mold its energy to my needs, and to do it quickly. The formerly deceased didn't care for the final theatrics of its prey and darted at the defenseless human. A loud crackle, followed by a bright yellow spark were all the warning afforded to the abomination before its easy meal ducked under its vicious swipe, and rose up with a lightning bolt in its hand, aiming straight for the jawbone.
Sand stuck to my jacket and hair as the powerful discharge knocked me off my feet, while sending the barbecued zombie a foot in the air. It landed with a sickening splat, and a noxious smell I realized with disgust to be burning human flesh took over. The struck head had a vertical tunnel through it, from the jaw upwards, and it was oozing a steaming liquid, probably grey matter.
Right, I don't know how much my stomach more of this abuse my stomach can take. I hastily grabbed my fallen sword and got the fuck away from all that noise. Maybe helping the other living survivors will be distracting enough.