Chapter 18 - A Warning

Its been a while since I've last dreamt of anything but this dream is like hell. All my hard work has been overrun as the outskirts of D.C. are ablaze. Walkers and unknown soldiers attacking everyone in sight. In one area of the settlement, I see Carl and a group of fourteen others working like one. Before being swallowed up in a sea of walkers devouring them. Then a chain explosion from within the sea of dead. Likely Carl and his "pack" had explosives on them that just went off. Destroying a city block of D.C. in its wake leaving a burning rubble wall.

In another area I see Lee, Carly, Doug, Kenny, and the Hive's. Fighting off soldiers and a tank while survivors from Russia are bleeding out. From lost limbs while doctors hurry to save them. The tank eventually overruns the group, soldiers executing people. While a working fighter jet squadron streaks across the sky dropping bombs across the place. The Hive's still some how alive thanks to Thine using a concrete shield. But they all eventually suicide to release my nasty surprises. Napalm and neurological mustard gas halting the soldiers advances. Upon the settlement for now, they may of been undead but they did great.

From around the Abraham Lincoln monument are Abraham, Rosita, Eugene, and some survivors of japan. On some repurposed AA guns shooting down aircraft. A wall of Waker walkers covering them from other undead rushing them. Before eventually a group of strange walkers charge into the mix. Likely experiments as some have chains and tubs on their bodies. Then Abraham and them are no more as Eugene destroys the whole area. With a very dangerous bomb that sat on Lincoln's ŀȧp ready to go off. Taking everything around there out with a violent blaze of glory, leaving only a pit in their place.

In the middle of the runway is Bill fighting like a demon with a halbred. Piles of bodies of both soldiers and walkers making a wall that seals off the area. Before he starts taking care of the remaining ones still within the wall. Cleaving a soldier in half beforing doing a powerful spin with his halbred. A wave of air saturated with a faint golden aura, cleaves away enemies around him. Some building crumbling from the abnormal spining cut he made. From the golden aura it must be Emporers Sacrifice in over time. As Bill's body is starting to crack with light emerging. Knowing he'll be dying here Bill impales his halbred into the runway. Golden ripples shredding the remaining foes in the area. As Bill's body turns to dust and a golden soul zips around. Saving those it can before eventually growing weak and going ethereal.

With a silent prayer I look towards Clementine and Duck. Guarding a escape route with some androids of mine. While African survivors guide people out of the war zone. Clementine swinging a katana around with the least movements. Duck throwing knives with strings on them before pulling them back to him. All while cracking jokes to lighten the mood of the evacuation. Not noticing the experimental infected with bladed fingers. As it impales him from behind through the ċhėst, lopping the top half of his head off. Clementine manages to to cleave it down the middle. But another one already sunk its fingers into her stomach violently. Next thing I see is a ball of inferno when, Clementine and the African survivors smashed some grenade on the ground. The Evacuation point erased of the map in a smoldering mess, Clementine's katana melting in the center.

Looking up I see Jim, Donna, and surprisingly Welles. In a scavenged apache helicopter in a dog fight with jets. The fight only goes on gor a few minutes longer. Before the apache crashes into a building after being outnumbered.

At the white house I see myself who likely made a skill that overrided the laws. As he is summoning spirits and the chimera's I've made. In a bloody fight to hold the white house while, Zae is behind me pinned up against the wall. A giant metal shard through his gut, YingYang in his arms. Both master and pet sleeping peacefully forevermore now. Myself eventually leaving the battlefield missing an arm. While he sinks the white house into Hades, countless undead pulling it to a void.

Then time freezes and before me in my battered self. A giant fiery orange chimera creature with a scarf and tattered wings, behind him. Looking between us with interest as it lets out a soft childish coo. Finding it interesting to see two of its master, before lowering its head as it sees the bleeding stump. On the future me where his left arm used to be at, no longer now though its been cut off.

"I see that old god has something interesting here. Guess he wanted to give you a warning huh? Then let me tell you one thing, don't trust the pope. That whole group was those bastards who kidnapped people in the show. They let in their forces and caused this hell you see below us."

"Then whats the popes name? So I can be ready for these bastards."

As myself finished speaking the dream starts collasping around us. So I give myself and pat on the shoulder, and pet the big child behind him affectionately. Before everything becomes nothing and I'm forced awake. Looking around the oval office, my eyes gaining a dangerous gleam to them.