Pov. Brian

And I thought it was just a simple mission to contain the zombies. Because life can not be, at least once, simple.

The plan was to come to the Black Zone, kill fifty zombies, and leave. Vapt-Vupt, easy, simple and uncomplicated.

But no, had to appear one FUCKING macabre man with an army of mutant zombies in a golden limousine, this can get more ridiculous? I think. . . Yes, it's possible.

But one thing I'm sure as long as we're alive there's still hope. Even if we cannot survive all, at least I have to be able to get some of our people to escape to warn the city guard. This guy is far more dangerous than a whole horde of mutant zombies.

I return my axes to the scabbards that are on my back. I look at the staff, and I nod to them to do the same, they hesitate a little, but they end up sheathing the weapons.

I try to keep my posture, although I am terrified I can not let it appear for him or for my group.

"Forgive me the rudeness of mine and my friends, is that we were surprised. You know the situation that we find is kind of unique. Let introduce myself, I'm Brian Zoch, leader of this group. And these are Charlles, Jack, Josiah, Garcia, Ryu, and Sara. "I speak the last sentence pointing to each of my companions, who only nodded, except for poor Sarah, she is shaking with fear.

"I who apologize for not having introduced me yet, where are my manners." He speaks as he gestures with his hands.

"Arthas Magna Phaedra, this is my name. It's a pleasure to meet you. "Arthas introduces himself.

"Please come with me, I invite you to dinner, you must be tired and hungry."

 Arthas gesticulates amicably with one hand to go to the limo.

What I do, what I do, this guy gives me shivers, this lunatic.

I can not weaken, there are people depending on me.

I do not like that, but we have to dance according to his music. We have no choice, the only way for at least one of us to survive and do what he says until we find a way to escape.

With that in mind, I got into the limo, followed by my group, he also got into the limo along with us.

I think this guy must be a necromancer, or something of the genre, to be able to control zombies the way he controls. And necromancers are wizards, wizards are usually physically weak, this is the perfect opportunity to attack. But I doubt he never thought about the possibility of attacking him. Apart from that, these B2's that are carrying the limo, we have no chance against them, plus, if they lost what is keeping them under control, surely these zombies would crush this limo like it was paper, and with us inside.

It was not long before we arrived at a luxury hotel, and all the way he remained with his eyes closed, but despite him being in front of me, inattentive and without wearing any type of armor, I was still unable to find at least one opening so we can eliminate him. In the meantime, I was able to conclude that our only chance is to try to escape, because of a direct confrontation, against him or the zombies he controls, is suicide.

"Please, feel free, feel at home. I'll see how the dinner is going, I'll be right back. " Arthas leaves the reception area towards one of the corridors on the right, which should lead to the kitchen if it was even doing what it said.

I really can not understand what he might want from us. We are just a mediocre group, with no possessions or influence.

We stayed in the waiting room of the hotel, which has two large white sofas, or was since it is now brown for lack of cleaning, which does not bother us at all.

The moral of the group is woefully low, I have to do something, I can not let them lose hope.

"Listen to me, and pay close attention to my words." Great now I have their attention.

"Do not give up, we still do not know his purpose. While there is air in my lungs or while my heart is beating. I'll not give up. I will do my best, and even the impossible if necessary, to leave this place in safely. "

I try to keep my words as encouraging as possible.

"You're right, we still do not know what he wants with us. He can be a good person, who exudes an aura of death and despair, but who am I to judge a book by its cover. "Charlles speaks in my support, I know that I can always count on you, my love.

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I will not falter, for Charlles and the group. Us will survive. Whatever the cost.

We were alone in the hall until the unseen evening of Arthas's presence. As the sun was beginning to tinge the horizon in orange, which we were not able to witness because of the surrounding buildings.

"Forgive me for the delay. I just had to solve some urgent matters. "

"Please, do not worry, we were relaxing here, we did not even notice the time passing," I reply, trying to be as cordial and friendly as possible. Unfortunately, using words is not my strong side.

Pov. Arthas

They've been meeting in the hotel lounge since I left them, to go to the kitchen.

I left them alone for three reasons:

1 °: To know what if they were going to try to escape, if they tried, I already had some zombies ready to intercept them.

2 °: Preparing dinner, there is no one else who can make dinner beside me. Although in the limousine I controlled one of my marked zombies so that everything was ready so that I would just arrive and cook.

3 °: Think what I'm going to do with them. I've already thought of a few possibilities, from becoming friends with them and joining the group, to capturing them and getting some information. But I have decided that I will wait until tomorrow to make my decision, it will depend on how they act.

I guided them to the Hotel's restaurant, it's kind of messy, as I rearranged the tables to create space. I took them to a table big enough for everyone to sit down.

The food was already on the table, I even put it before looking for them.

Dinner is simple, basically roasted panther meat, accompanied by steamed vegetables.

But when they saw the food on the table they made a face of surprise. Practically drooling because of the flesh.

"Please serve yourself at will. It's for everyone. "I ask them to sit down and serve at will.

They hesitated at first, but their leader took the initiative and began to serve and eat. It seems they were just ashamed, what timid guys.

That, or they do not trust me, which is completely understandable, I would not trust a stranger who lives in a dead zone alone.

They take a while, but after they have tasted of my food they have left the mistrust aside and ate without worrying. They really were hungry, by the way, they eat as if it were the last meal of their lives.

"And then? Is the food okay? Is it tasty? " I ask without much expectation, whom I want to fool, I need them to tell me what a treat it is.

"It's magnificent, really tasty, it's the best meal I've had in a long time." Who replies was the guy in armor, who I forgot the name, but who cares?

"True, look great, please congratulate the chief cook." This time the red mage was the one who spoke.

The others nodded.

"HAHAHAHA, please! You can do this yourselves. "

As soon as I've finished talking, the kitchen door opens and a zombie wearing cook costume comes toward us while carrying a tray of more food.

Everyone was paralyzed with the scene, the girl's face is priceless she is with her mouth open and all the food she has stuck inside is falling on her.

I could not stand it and I and laugh wildly.

"BUHAHAHAHAHAH HAHA AHAAH HUI HUI My stomach, BUHAHAAH! "

They look at me and then at the zombie to me and at the zombie.

And they stayed like that for a long time, until I was able to catch my breath and explain to them.

"Do not worry, it was not the zombie that cooked, it was me. It was just a joke, forgive me I did not resist, "I explained to them as I tried hard not to continue laughing.