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Location city awaits you. What you do within it's borders is your decision alone. All of your destinies are to die, but the circumstances will be unique.
Will you be felled by a Necromancer, hungry for power? Will he be felled by another?
Will you rise up in death, and fell many?
Cyrus, your death is a matter of time. Will you honor your family's memory?
Travis, your death was a matter of time. Your story ended before it had begun, we shall hope others will not follow the same path.
Simon, your death was a matter of time. All it took was the sight of your brother to end it all.
Fallow, your death is a matter of time. Will your madness be your success, or your undoing?
Shane, your death was a matter of time. Fighting things man was not meant to know existed is a bad idea.
Victor, your death was a matter of time. It's a shame that circumstances beyond your control sealed your fate.
David, your death is a matter of time. Will your skills fail you when the objects of your quest are not as you wished them?
Ryan, your death is a matter of time. You've chosen to help Void in her quest to reunite with Adam. How will you use this to your benefit?
Michael, your death is a matter of time. Will you use your 'gift' to it's full advantages?
Solomon, your death is a matter of time. Will the small bit of power you have be stripped, or grown?
Rose WhiteCloak, your death is a matter of time. Will your beauty fade before your life?
Time waits for no one. Time knows all. Time will show you the answers, what will you do to earn them?
Simon was finally finished boarding up his home and preparing his supplies. He had a small hideout between here and the city where he would probably lunch if he moved according to schedule. That was also where he kept a few supplies he hoped they were still salvageable. He looked outside to see the sun had just come up. Simon looked back at his supplies as he grabbed his backpack and locked the door to the basement. He stepped outside and locked the door behind him.I will find you brother no matter the cost.
He lowered himself into a normal hunting stance and had his hunting rifle ready to fire. He however saw no zombie which didn't surprise him given how remote this place was. He grabbed a bag of stones they kept near their home and also loaded them into his backpack. He began to walk down the hill looking around for zombies or other survivors. He avoided any of his own traps. He looked at his watch. He thought of his brother but he knew he was alright. He just had to be! He used his scope to spot any zombies long before they could spot him. This was his terrain he would never be spotted in. The problem was the city that wasn't really his terrain.
I am a hunter by trade. These zombies don't stand a change, they are weaker and slower then my normal preys.
"Excellent news, Edgar! Our research into zombie science has paid off!" Exclaimed the man called Fallow. "We are one step closer to gaining the necromicon and ascending out of this rat hole. Soon, all other necromancers shall bow before me!!"
"Uuurrrrgggghhhh..." Edgar moaned stoically.
"Yes, yes of course I won't forget to mention you when I come to write my memoirs ."
The experiment to alter Edgar from living man to Zombie had been a great success, even if it had caused a large amount of his flesh to fall off and what was left to turn a rancid shade of green. Fallow stood before the panoramic windows of his room in the Aventine hotel, looking over the remains of Location city below. "Now, with my first minion under my belt, I can begin in earnest. But first we shall need more supplies, more specimens. The lab is looking rather bare."
Indeed it was. The dimly lit room which served as his lab/lair was all but barren. With cables haphazardly lain about the floor and tied to the walls as well as a collection of scientific equipment, including beaker, Bunsen burners, a veritable smoothie of toxic chemicals. But all this was meaningless without flesh to fuel Fallow's schemes. Worse still the fridge was completely empty. Taking a syringe from the depths of his lab coat Fallow drew a vial worth of blood from his forearm.
"Edgar, Make yourself presentable. We have errands to run."
Fallow chuckled at the witty remark. "Oh Edgar you what things you say."
The small line of sun breaking through the boards on the second floor window woke Victor early in the morning. He grudgingly got out of his bed and moved to the bathroom to splash his face and give himself a quick wash from the sink. Since the apocalypse, he rarely bothered with a proper shower. Avoiding looking at himself in the mirror, he left the bathroom, quickly getting dressed in his usual - though now blood-stained - attire. Retrieving his glasses and weapons from his bedside table, Victor moved cautiously downstairs, the axe in his hand.
He took a moment to make sure everything was clear before walking to his kitchen, passing by dozens of wall-facing photographs from his previous life. Grabbing a label-less can of food (it turned out to be peas), he ate it cold as a meager breakfast, not really caring about taste.
Once he was finished, Victor moved towards the door, grabbing his white coat and satchel from the nearby coat hanger. Axe in hand, he removed the boards set across the door before unlocking the numerous improvised locks. Sighing, he ventured outside once again, trying not to get his hopes too high. Today, he was heading for the mall.
Shane awoke in the small security room hidden in the back of the the Sporting goods store on the top floor. Another night he tried to sleep and woke up crying thinking about his father.
"I should have helped you, I shouldn't gave been such a little bitch dad... I'm sorry".
He couldn't waste time with tears however as something on the CCTV caught his eye. He stood up to investigate and found a dog being eaten in front of the store by a zombie.
"Fuck, you've got to be kidding me". More zombies came to the front of the store to devour the poor animal. Shane gagged in response but he had to keep watching. He didn't know if these things were intelligent, he had heard about necromancers and controlled zombies but it didn't add up. If zombies were smart then they could put 2 and 2 together and realise the sloppy arrangement of tents, chairs, benches and other items was actually a barricade, and if that was the case then his shelter was compromised.
"Leave... c'mon just fuck off and leave me alone..."
Simon's mind began to wander after a few minutes of walking. He thought of that time his brother made an trap that caught a deer that he had been hunting. Or that other time when he suddenly disappeared during a hunt and went around to animal so that he could take it down. He knew that if there was on 14 year old boy who could survive this it was Coby. He thought of his little brother and his resolved strengthened. It didn't matter what happened during this apocalypse, all he knew that he would get Coby out alive. He then refocused on the task at hand survival.
Simon was very cautious during his travel. That is why he noticed the shambling corpse of an deceased hunter before he could spot him. He grabbed one of the rocks and slowly began his approach approaching him from the rear. He threw the rock away from him against a tree the zombie reacted by slowly shambling to it. Simon looked around but he saw nobody. He ran with great speed and before the zombie could turn around he hit him with the full force of his crowbar. The crowbar made an skull cracking noise as the zombie hit the floor. Simon wanted to be certain however he lifted the crowbar above his head and then hit the zombie again. Busting open his skull and making his brain drip out. Well he is dead. Simon turned him around and began to loot his corpse. A fellow was bound to have some supplies right?"
"You know Travis, if we don't start moving soon the Necronomicon will be lost. I have taught you everything I could without it." The duo were running next to each other, Travis and Mara in matching jumpsuits. "I might be aiming for Lord of Terror, but I will be damned if I can't take a morning run first Mara." Travis was not excited for his journey, he would run into who knows what and on top of that, what if someone shot at him or Mara? His condition always made it dangerous to go anywhere, though nobody ever recognized him as a necromancer, or Mara as a zombie. His medical degree would hopefully come in handy again, it bought him enough time with a few groups.
As Travis and Mara returned home, he took a long sigh. "Let's get changed and get moving then." Mara seemed to know the exact location of the emergency Necronomicon she stored. "I never asked how you managed to get two of them, how did that happen?" Mara looked down for a minute and turned to him. "Necromancers are not allies to each other. We have and always will be fighting with one another for dominance. I killed another necromancer and have had his Necronomicon stored in case of a bad day. I guess it was a good idea in the end."
Shane readied his knife just in case, preparing himself if he had to fight off these zombies. He would have thrown up watching them eat the dog, and it seemed to be forever before it was finally... all gone, but he hadn't eaten for a whole day and its not like he was eating real meals anyway. All food was gone, and water. There were only containers left to keep him company-"The energy drinks!" Shane suddenly remembered that sporting good stores usually have containers for energy drinks on sale.
"I could search the store- dammit". The zombies were still there... fighting over scraps of the dog.
It was forty minutes until they eventually finished off the dog. They stood up slowly and wandered for a few minutes. Shane's heart leapt down his throat when one nearly tripped over onto one of the benches in the barricade.
Some passing birds caught their attention and by that point he had nearly passed out due to thirst. He decided now was the time to check out those energy drinks. He certainly felt secure behind this massive security door, but it was hardly a home. Venturing out he was careful not to be seen by anyone-zombie or survivor-from outside.
Success, he found some lucozade containers... mostly empty.
"C'mon just one, just one drink please". There was none. He was on the verge of breakdown. He started throwing the plastic bottles across the store and kicking doors in, with what little strength he had.
But then he saw it, a can of soda behind the checkout counter, probably left by a bored employee. Shane made his way over and cracked it open, enjoying the sound of the can opening as it reminded him of something normal. Gulping it down he still had one thought on his mind, as much as he enjoyed his drink.
"I need food. I'm so damn hungry..."
Thump. Thump. Thump. There was a banging on the front door. A Zombie with what looked like balls of bone and skin instead of hands was hitting the frame gently, as if trying to not knock anything out of place. Behind him stood a humanoid with a deadly aura, and behing him stood two towering creatures, looking like they were made entirely of muscle with a thick bone coating.
You found dried beef jerky and an apple, both coated in blood. An empty water bottle is also under the man's corpse.
"The thing about Mental Hospitals is, you can never be sure it's safe. Although I'm sure your experiments aren't safe to begin with."
A person, obviously undead, said in the shadows of the room. Even though it was a zombie, it spoke clearly and eloquently.
Simon grabbed the loot feeling quite good about himself. Touching a corpse of a human was the same as touching the corpse of an animal so he wasn't even mildly disgusted. He would wash the blood off the food later for know he had to continue. He stood up and continued walking along the path that he and his father used to follow when they went out to hunt, good time. Simon kept walking along the road when he noticed how quiet the forest was. Maybe the zombies made the animals scared? for that matter could a zombie infect a animal? If they could he would have to be much more careful.
While he was contemplating about the idea of zombie animals and zombies in general, he noticed that he had already walked for quite a while almost 2 hours now. He had encountered a few zombies but he wasn't about to waste all his energy on killing them so he left them alone. He sat down against an old oak and grabbed one of the water canteens and drank from it. In order to refill both the flask and the bottle I need to make an detour of 10 minutes I can handle that. Simon stood up as he headed for the small river, after a short 3 minute break. It was when he arrived there, that he saw the bushes move on the other side. He aimed his rifle at whatever would be coming out.If I am lucky it will be an friendly hunter. Though with my luck it will probably by a zombie.
The zombie laughed. It was a guttural, unholy sound. "My, what fancy words you have. You should know, it's not hard to get past the security of a building you're already in."
The zombie, obviously male in form, curtsied.
"I am Void. I'm here to ask for your help."
The zombie smiled with half his face, on account of only having half a mouth. Still it spoke clearly, "You might be surprised to know not every Lord is like me. I've noticed Adam put down Totems near this area, I'd like you to knock them over."
"Totems are the wi-fi hotspots for Lords. If you put them down, anyone under Adam's spell will be free."
The zombie grinned again. "If you do this for me, I might have just the book to help you in your studies. Some...friends...are waiting outside, in case you take me up on my offer."
Suddenly, the zombie dropped to the floor, stone-cold dead.
(I didn't notice the edit. Go ahead and keep posting, but keep in mind I'm in control over weather you can or cannot find a Necrominion.)
(EDIT: Wait, that wasn't right. I ment to say, Do whatever you guys want, and I'll intervene when I need to. No one needs to not post.)
Four Zombies stood outside in a line. They didn't look intelligent, but as soon a Ryan entered their sight, they began to follow him. They may be able to be given orders as well.
There was no sign they were controlled by anybody, but it's not out of the realm of possibility Void is influencing them in some way.
They do not seem to know where to go.
(Find your own way here.)
The Totem looked like a walking stick. A red, fleshy, bulbous and sickly walking stick. It was sitting calmly by the side of a road, pulsing slightly. Two Undead were guarding them, but they seemed a bit...off.
They had what seemed like a web of red muscle around their bodies, and two strong columns of muscle in the back of their legs, implying they could run quite fast.
Their most distinctive feature though, is the three sharp claws coming from their fingerless hands.
The Red Zombies reacted instantly. With bloodlust in their eyes, they growled, "KILL!" and sprinted for the unknown zombie. The Red Zombie in the lead tackled the foreign undead while the one behind him prepared to slice into it's skull with its massive claws.
Conveniently leaving the Totem undefended for a while. The zombies Void provided seemed restless, like they were waiting for orders.
The Red Zombies did not stop. The one that tackled her got up and began slicing it's way into her body, while his fellow Zombie also cut it's victim in various unpleasant ways.
Void's zombies seemed to understand the order, and set about getting to the Totem from the other side. By the time they made their way there, the Red Zombies had finished goring the shit out of Ryan's zombie and noticed intruders at the totem.
With bloodlust in their eyes again, they growled, "KILL!" and sprinted for Void's zombies at the Totem. In what seemed like reflex, two zombies began digging out the totem's root-like tendrils while the others stood tall to block the Red Zombie's attacks.
When the Red Zombies swung their claws at Void's minions, it made barely any effect. The claws were embedded into the bodies of Void's minions, not able to make it all the way through. Void's minions then tackled the Red Zombies, making a big struggle.
Eventually the others finished and presented the Totem, roots and all, to Ryan.
After a mostly uneventful two-hour walk, Victor crossed the last street and entered the mall's parking lot somewhere between Gamestop and a barely recognizable Dillard's. He had discovered that searching vehicles was often more fruitful than searching in the stores for valuables. Other survivors nearly always searched places like malls, supercenters, and grocery stores before anywhere else; but the content of the parking lot was often overlooked.
However, he knew he didn't have time to search every vehicle and make it back home before dark, so Victor tried his best to look for "prime targets." These were usually vehicles that belonged to one of two archetypes; a family vehicle, containing first-aid supplies and sometimes food, or a manly-man's vehicle, often containing weapons or tools.
Looking around, the first notable vehicle that Victor spotted was a light blue Honda Odyssey, with multiple stickers on the windows and bumpers reading things such as "My child made the honor roll!" That was easily the first vehicle he would check.
Staying hunkered down, Victor approached the van, not seeing any zombies in at least this part of the parking lot, though he was sure the mall itself was swarming with them. The windows and the van were darkly tinted so he couldn't see inside. Adjusting the grip on his axe, he leaned against the side of the van, taking a deep breath and counting in his head. Three... two... one... Then he swung open the trunk, which had been unlocked. Inside there was a horrifyingly decrepit zombie, with only some small bits and pieces in the face that made it recognizable as being human once. As the zombie turned to face him, Victor noticed that it was hunkering over another, long-dead body, and had been chewing at it's neck. The zombie hissed and lunged at the fresh meat.
But Victor was prepared for such an encounter, and swung his axe down, hitting the zombie in the neck, nearly taking it completely off. The nasty thing fell over, incapacitated. Looking inside... he saw that the other body was a small child.
Closing his eyes tightly for a moment, Victor took a deep breath before attempting to search the car for anything he could use.
The zombie laying on the floor when Ryan left was upright again, leaning against the wall.
Travis looked at Mara, all at once, some strange force compelled him to end his story. He whipped out a gun and shot his companion in the head. Soon falling down dead. Travis followed suit.
Fair enough. Updating will commence.
Neo-Void laughed, "Why not? You seemed curious about the Dark Arts, so I thought I'd expose you to them. How did you like Adam's pets, curious one?"
That last part was filled with scorn and...hurt?
Neo-Void looked at the totem in it's hand, and threw it's head back in laughter. Although it sounded different, almost...feminine.
"I have to confess something to you, curious man. I never intended to give you a Necrominion. By all accounts, I expected you to die in the attempt. But now that you've returned and have chosen to curry favor with me..." It said, returning to a more normal, guttural voice.
"Tell you what, you earned this." Neo-Void tossed the Totem to Ryan's feet.
"And know this; Though Adam may have designed his creatures to scare, he also designed them for war."
"There's a reason I prefer to stay hidden. Stay sharp curious man, this one may call on you again."
With that, the zombie slumped into the corner. After a while, one eye opened.
"And don't try to find them, they're destroyed or feral now."
The eye closed.
You find a very bloody, but unopen, first aid kit.
(Imagine what you find inside an unopen kit.)
The child's mutilated corpse stirs...
Temporarily ignoring the kit, stirring body. Mortified, he sees that it's become a zombie. Even though it was a child once... Victor had to make himself believe that is wasn't anymore. Raising up the axe before the body could gain ground, he chopped down once, slicing through it's chest. still it continued crawling toward him, and he was forced to again chop at the body, this time cleaving all the way through the soft, rotten flesh.
Gagging, Victor grabbed the first aid kid and fled out of the van. Trying to keep thoughts from his head, he decided to go ahead and try to search the mall.
Victor cautiously opened the door to Dillard's, trying not to make a sound. Wasting no time, he headed to the men's department, hoping to acquire some less bloodied clothes. He knew he wouldn't find a replacement for his coat, but a new shirt every once in a while never hurt. But first, he looked around for zombies or anything else useful, though he didn't hope to find any such tools in a department store.
The bulb at the top of the Totem pulsed slightly.
Your entrance was not stealthy. The cameras saw everything, so someone in the security room may have seen you. Or anyone else who knows the mall intimately.
THE BULB AT THE TOP OF THE TOTEM PULSED SLIGHTLY. IT SEEMED IT COULD BE CUT OPEN.
The bulb was apparently tightly sealed, because as soon as it was free, a grey brain-like object plopped out of the cut. it seemed to be part mush, and gave off a very bad smell.
Seeing no zombies, Victor went to pick out a shirt. He settled on one that was light blue with a blue-and-purple built in tie, just because. Hanging his coat on the hanger, he quickly changed, leaving his old, bloody shirt in a pile on the floor.
After putting his coat back on, he continued to the mall's main floor. It was only one story high; a small mall, but it did have a food court, which was where he was headed, to hopefully find some plastic pizza that was so popular before the apocalypse.
Hurrying down the hall, he thought he heard something move in a nearby store.
The slumped zombie in the corner stirred. Was it trying to listen in?
The brain was clearly rotted. It was obvious that separating the brain from the Totem has caused the Totem to stop working. Maybe examination of the other parts of the Totem would yield more information.
The corpse in the corner stirred again, expecting to hear something.