Brain? You were about to say brain right? I mean I thought you were a zombie or something....right?....oh by the way you just lost the game.
1, F U.
2, I'm a zombie slayer, biznatch. When the breakout starts I'm gonna lock you out.
After several hours of sitting around, Cenere arose from his pile like a zombie from a grave, and meekly mumbled, "Ok, let's go." I stood up, and Skater did as well. Zophia sat there and looked at us, and stood up herself.
"What? Girls can't come?" She asked, as I looked at her. I nodded that she could come, not opposing her, and went towards the hole. When I eventually came up to it, the rotten bodies had gone and there were skeletons laying where the people once were, dry pools of blood were on the walls, and the bits I found on the floor turned out to be rust. I guess we were away longer than I had thought.
We walked through the brickstone streets of ArmorLand, seeing many slave threads in the tavern areas of the city. I missed the old days so much. Stopping by Cen's area of the residency, I noticed no one was near. Normally Cen's profile was bustling with mail, but I saw none. I didn't like this. "Hurry up, bud" I told cen, crossing my arms and leaning on the wooden apartment. Cenere nodded and went upstairs.
5 minutes passed and I got worried. "Skater, check up on 'im, it doesn't take this long to get some glasses" He responded with a grunt, and walked up the stairs. Not 3 minutes afterwards, he came stumbling down with blood all over his hands. I look at him in shock, and calmly said, "Skater what the hell?".
He was exhaling and inhaling deeply, and he blurted out, "ZOMBIES, EXCEL, ZOMBIES" he passed out on the floor in front of me, most likely because he was taking dry breathes, too fast to actually get any air.
"Zophia, try and get him okay again, I'm checking on cen," I told her, running up the stairs. I saw a small crowbar on the side, most likely for a fire, but I'd have expected an Axe. Oh wait, the axes aren't for another 20 ranks up. Cen would get there soon. Taking it off it's holster, I put it at the ready until I saw it. My beautiful Excel Virus, punching in Cenere's door. "SHIT" I yelled, whacking it over the head, killing it. The good thing about all of this was that they were easy to kill. I banged on the door. "Cenere! It's me! Open this door we want out and NOW!!!" I yelled. I heard removing of barricades, and then a large flintlock pistol at my face.
"I'm glad I was in the club to know that Excel could impersonate their hosts" He said, only putting it back in the holster after he had seen I had no mold on my arms and legs. (Author's Note: I got the perfect song for the zombies part)
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The twins were playing catch with a ghastly ball, a skull with red eyes on the side of it. "Twinkle twinkle little star, How I wonder where you are" they sang in unicen. The torn wallpaper of the ZSC was unsettling, but the twins didn't mind. They had always liked dark and depressing places, even when they were regular users.
Both the twins looked to the north wall of the classroom (of which there are 4 in the ZSC), with wide eyes and a small gaping frown. "What is it, sister?" Rebekka, the first wraith asked Sistine, the second.
"I feel something coming...it isn't nice. More powerful than us," she dropped the small ball with the skull on it, staring at the wall. Sistine stared at her sister instead of the wall, worried. "Why won't they just leave us alone, Sistine?" Rebekka wondered, staring back at Sistine.
"I don't know Sister, but we'll have to do something. We like our place here, we don't want to go," She started to ramble, until Rebekka held her hand on her sisters mouth. Their locks seemed as if they were made of a pure white smoke, so pure yet so tainted. Their locks of hair disappeared to the ceiling, the 3 foot or so bodies almost completely see-through.
Their despair of another visitor turned to a deep smile. "Fun, sister?" Sistine asked, and Rebekka giggled, meaning yes. They dissapeared into the nearby wall, holding hands. The ball rolled towards the south end, the smoke floating off of it, reavealing a red and yellow handball. It had the words "Be Happy, You're Not Dead" on the front.
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I had rounded the ampitheatre, when a large chunk of ground hit beside me, and hit Zophia in her tail. She yelped in pain, as I called out to our group of 4 (Author's Note: Hahaha, I just noticed that there's 4 of us, like in left4dead, hahaha), "INCOMIIIING". A few of the EVZ (Excel Virus Zombies) had been tailing us, and about 3 of the 10 roared.
Cen started mumbling to himself using stress logic. Skater was listening while I threw rocks that were painted using Zophia's ban brush. Causing a ban-rock type of ability. We knew we couldn't kill them all, and skater said an evaluation of Cenere's rambling. Basically meaning, run into the ampitheatre, then run.
So we did.
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The twins looked out from the ZSC tower, which was where all the bigwigs of the ZSC met up to talk about new idea's and appoint more members. Also, grades for the ZSTS's (Zombie Survival Tactics Sheet's), in case another deadly outbreak of Goliath comes, or even if the game section of ArmorLand has another zombie breakout. Which is the entire reason why the ZSC was made a part of the academy.
"Where are they, Sistine?" Rebekka asked, still holding her hand. Sistine's green eyes looked at Rebekka's purple eyes, and blinked.
"I'm not sure, sister. They might be stalled," she responded, continueing to look into the city of ArmorLand. It was the laughing stock of the internet, as soon as the Moderation Wars started. Mainly because they had been talking about war to Kongregate and AddictingLand, but it hit the users like a ton of bricks when the moderators had started the uprising.
"Looking for the artifact under the castle, maybe?" Rebekka, said, when they felt a disturbance in the air around them. They both had gasped, shocked expressions on their faces as they looked at the bottom of the tower. Strop had entered the ZSC, without the twins's permission.
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Strop rounded a corner with his eyes a sharp purple. His voice was womanly like before (Author's Note: Yeah strop, THAT MEANS YOU'RE STILL POSESSED *grumpy*), and turned a corner to the main room of the ZSC, where most of the larger lessons took place, such as best places to go, or overveiws of the viruses.
He stepped through the ladder behind the Thoad's past desk, and continued up the spiral stairs to the top of the tower. His messenger stone flashed green and KingRyans voice resonated through it. "Strop, are you there?" Strop immediatly held it to his ear, not speaking into it however.
"There's EVZ, a lot of them! I hope you get that antidote soon because-" A loud crash came from the stone, and some sounds of clay tablets falling to the ground. "THEY'RE HERE, ATTACK!" The transmission was cut off, as Strop went up the stairs. The twins had more knowledge than any other wraith combined. Even Ezekiel and the taverndweller, who were the most known wraiths of all.
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"Kill them!" Yelled KingRyan, his troops heading into the battlefield with great grace, slicing most of the zombies in half with polearms (Author's Note: Actually a type of axe, I forgot what it was called but it's an axe on a large pole, and is considered a polearm).
KingRyan retreated into the back of the chambers, pulling out a chinese sword that Strop made especially for him. It had designs of Capoiera on it, a few different moves that Strop taught him before the war. Sadly, on the hilt it had "Bogan Buddy" chipped into it.
I hope all of you liked it, there's another comin' at ya saturday and sunday next week.
