The Undead Among the Dead

[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.