Scourge Forty - Zombies

Scourge Forty - Zombies

Scourge Forty - Zombies

A quick head-count proves entirely useless. Some of these undead dont even have heads.

Still, Im guessing theres about forty of them? Maybe fifty. I cant quite tell the difference between a ghoul or a zombie, but some of these are weird monstrosities (and not the fun cuddly kind) made of various body parts sewn together, fused bones holding them in place.

Do we need a plan?

Right now, my friends and I are just standing in the entrance, with only a few monster wolves between us and the pack of undead. I cant even tell how many might be hiding in the dark.

But theyre just simple undead.

Felix comes up with her own plan, and uses it right away. Get alivent! she shouts as she rushes into the fray, her staff--without the knife on the end--swinging around so hard and fast that it hums through the air. It meets the head of a zombie and theres a loud splat, like someone dropping a watermelon. The spray is pretty similar to a watermelon being dropped too.

Alright, I guess were fighting! I cheer as I step up behind my wolves. Go boys! Eat them up!

The monster wolves dont need to be told twice. They dart ahead with wild howls that end when they clamp onto the nearest of the undead.

I raise my arms, glance at the mess that Felix has made of her clothes, and use that as inspiration to get my disgust churning in my core. With a bit of focus I summon a dozen black lances of Dark magic which zip ahead and into the biggest of the undead.

Esmes a bit slower to act, her magic taking a while longer to form, but when shes ready, she swings her arms around and bolts of crackling lightning snap through the air and plunge into the zombies. Shes focusing on the bigger groups, where theyre grouped up and where her magic can chain from one undead to another.

Im not sure how good electricity will be against the undead. Do they even have working nerves?

Judging by the way they shake and shiver and collapse with smoking eyes and ears, its not all that bad.

Bianca takes in a deep breath, holds it, then when one of the wolves is batted aside by a bigger undead, she lets it all out as a wash of fire that lights up the vault.

Hey! Esme shouts. No fire in the vault! Theres books in here!

Bianca stops, then coughs out a few little burps of fire. Forgive me, she says. Ill stick to using water, then.

I unlatch my waterskin and toss it to her. She catches on right away and empties it onto the floor. Most of the water never touches the ground and instead floats around and turns into a spinning ball. Bianca thrusts a hand towards the nearest undead, and the ball streaks out and splashes against its face.

Not bad. But not fast and hard enough to really hurt something that probably doesnt need to breathe. Still, shes doing her part, and for someone who hasnt had the training my friends and I have received from Mom, shes doing pretty well.

I glance around the battlefield. The wolves are holding their own. Theyve spread out, so we have something of a cordon around us. Felix is past that, swinging her polearm around and beheading and bearming anything that gets too close.

Mopping up the rest of the undead is an easy chore. Theyre coming to us, and arent being stealthy about their presence. In reality, I think the average person is much tougher than the average undead. Messier to fight though.

I spear the bigger ones until they stop moving, then stab them a few more times just in case. Felix brains a few more, and Esme switches over to using wind magic of all things to slice off heads while she giggles to herself.

Using too much surprise magic makes her feel a bit... loopy.

Only one left, Felix says. Anyone want the honours?

I look at her, and at the last undead. Its a rather pitiful ghoul, its legs... somewhere over there with the other bodies that got hit by Esmes spells. Its crawling our way though, so I guess its still got some strength to it.

Id rather you honour us by taking a bath, Esme says. You look filthy.

I smell kind of rank too, Felix says with good cheer.

She raises her staff way up above her head then turns her face to the side before bringing it down with a hard crack.

I glance around, searching for movement in the vault. There are plenty of bookshelves and boxes still sitting in their spots. A few have fallen over and spilled their contents across the floor.

Someones going to have to go through all of those and figure out which papers go where.

Hey, boys, I say to the wolves. They turn my way, ears perking up and tails wagging. Go look around. If you find anything dead, bark twice, then give it a bite or two, yeah?

The biggest of the wolves gives me an affirmative bork then he skedaddles off into the stacks and shelves, looking for undead that havent quite gotten the memo.

So, I ask, mostly to Esme. Now what?

Now... I suppose we can gather up all the body parts and toss them outside to burn.

Not it, Felix says.

Why not? Youre already filthy.

I shake my head. Well get some monsters to do it. What about the vault? Its clearly been attacked.

Yeah, Esme says. I... I dont know what to do about it, but there should be a guide. Well need to find the vaults Index. From there well know what to do.

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