"JUMP, JUMP!" she screamed "I CAN'T, IT'S NOT WORKING! GET THE SWORD!", he retorted.
This area had been rebranded specifically against tampering by the 4 competitors. The children were supposed to assemble trash armies to fight over the sword on top of the corpse pile. All that buildup was lost on the two as they scrambled to get to the sword while zombified hands grasped them. Then they moved, the arms were ripped off the zombie torso and then other zombies grasped the disembodied arms, creating emergend zombie hand chains that branched out into roots of bone, spanning throughout the mountain of corpses within a short short time. They were shackled before they knew it, the sword just out of their reach. They felt the pull of thousands of necrotic muscles, individually weak, together they were a force that the two could not resist forever.
"I'll detatch my legs. It is the only way.", Billie stated. "You- you would do that for me?", Chi John did not know he was able to feel this emotion towards a woman. This was not hate, this was not dominance... it was respect. As an amphibium Billie La Grille was able to detach her legs, escaping the zombioid grasps. The zombies still held onto the powerful legs as if nothing had happened. The now furtherly crippled woman crept, pulling herself forward with her good arm, through the rotten flesh of countless deceased. More than once she puked and then had to traverse the slippery terrain which lead her to fail to scale the mountaintop threatening her to slip down and be trapped in this hell forever.
The bloodflow had been staunched naturally as throwing away ones legs comes naturally to amphibia. The naked, crippled woman finally had scaled the mountain with a will stronger than her body. She had reached the sword lodged into the stone.
A post it note had been glued onto the stone, it said: "The stone is a lie, the one who may free this sword, can keep it.". Billie did not get the reference and tried to pull the sword out.
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The sword stubbornly stayed where it was. She also had no way to truly pull without her legs. She tried punching the stone into pieces, but just hurt her hand with it.
Billie turned the post it around and on the backside was written: The rock is edible you stinky idiot child. With Billie had no appetite at all. In fact she had the opposite of appetite.
Nontheless she tried to take a bite from the cake. Yes it had been a rock which also was intrinsically a cake - don't question it. Billie ate spat the cake out, but then the rock-cake regrew the bite, so she got down and swallowed.
Halfway done with the cake, she found another post it note, telling her that the cake had been poisoned. Billie kept eating, as she tried so hard and got so far, in the end it had to matter had it?
She threatened to throw up from all that cake, but managed to avoid it.
It might regrow and then she had to eat it all over again.
The torture had come to its end- the sword was hers. Billie grasped the sword and let herself not vomit yet as it might bamboozle her really bad if she did.
Billie slowly and carefully got down and freed Chi John with the sword.
"Get us out of here. Please.", Billie asked John, offering him the sword.
John took the sword and then reassured her "I'll not leave you here, we will get out of here and then... I'll find a way to cure you. This will not be the last of you, Dumb Le Dore!", he had used the name she had before the war. Billie wanted to respond, but then splattered into pieces of cake, flesh and bone when Pecunia Thursday landed on top of her with great force. "Say your last words Chi John. You'll -" and she was beheaded by a swing of a sword.
What a nice way to end Viable 6. It is now time for the 7. and last part.