Two creatures floated in each other's appendices, slowly dancing in space.
“You were just the one I was looking for to bring me back after I power down soon, not a lovesick cowboy, but a pure killing machine soon I recon,” Mule sent telepathically.
The cracks in his astronaut helmet were hundreds about to break into on opening. And ever threatening to give way to the vacuum of space. The open portal sucked the pair into its opening just as the fabric frayed open a hole in the suit.
“What's that now explain what you want and what’s in it for me before your time up spaceman,” replied Edward.
“Listen I’m going into sleep mode sooner than I thought..need the power of 1 million dead to revive me back, I will soon be compressed into a size you can carry everywhere, and when you bring me back with the 1 million you were probably slaying anyway I will do anything you desire Okay?,” finished the creature, transformed into a squirrel in a spacesuit, and then donkey in saddlebags.
“And what happens if I leave you behind,” sent the bubbled head beginning to drift away.
“I stay dormant until a million things die nearby however long it takes and my millions of years of experience in picking you as a logical desire of an organic shape shifting super weapon such as myself,” cried Mule, kicking his way towards the escaping head.
“Hmmm.. my very own genie in a bottle, I suppose I should keep you on deck for the future,”
“You suppose?” the creature was becoming increasingly agitated.
“It’s a good goal to work towards being the taker of 1 million souls, a special achievement to work towards in the process of getting your level ups, many of which remain hidden.." explained the creature in a tone that signaled the others lack of intellect.
"yeah I’ll bring you back and have do something really cool I suppose, Hahah,”
Edward began laughing maniacally, imagining how he could evolve into something the ladies loved again, but more monstrous towards his enemies times one hundred, and then use his new found attack dog to blow up a sun or something.
The colors of this funky portal travel style swirled like a disco ball. In and out of focus popped flares expiring away but replaced twice as quickly spiraling round them. The speed seemed to increase roaring into unbeknown dimensions. With the flashing lights enough to blind Edward shut his eyes.
“LOW POWER going into shutdown mode,” a female robot voice streamed out of the ether.
“POP!”
Like a pimple bursting the head was launched from the burst bubble with accumulating foam spaying behind him. The wind whistled out of nowhere as severe turbulence began. Thick storm clouds entered the picture shaking enough to knock frames off walls. As the rain began to fall with them lightning sparked around.
Falling nearby Mule was wiggling about to shut down. His body turned two-dimensional, and began to crease like paper as the hairs fell away into reality. The origami magic produced a tail compacted, legs folded, and head shut in prison. It all bent in again, and again until a little cube of strange compacted material. A cube remained in his place that plummeted. Edward fell after whipping out his tongue he whipped the clouds like whipped cream.
“Sluuurp,”
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The 27% distance extension he had previously unlocked had added just enough reach to his
The clouds parted revealing a wasteland. There was not the snowy tundra he expected to find in the core. Instead volcanoes were active on a crusty plain of basalt. Edward reeled himself forward, and fully ate the cube.
“Burrrp there,” he said as a form of final insult.
The impact would be any second.
“Congrats you have eaten over 100 tons, advanced stomach unlocked,” a robot voice inside Edward’s skull announced.
“Guess neither of us are very human perhaps I'll survive,”
“SMACK!”
Vision went blank.
Asteroids continued raining like no tomorrow onto the flat planet from space. The start of the apocalypse appeared to be here for Tenare, and the frosty region was being particularly hard hit. The debris from the destroyed moon peppered cratered scars everywhere that spewed thick and dirty space smog limiting quality of life significantly. Where was there remaining to flee from danger?
Jed remained on the run followed by three soldiers running from the dead. The heavy snow and thick branches left standing in the area tried their best to slow travel. The easier ground kept him under the treeline. Any of those remaining alive would have noticed more strange occurrences on the horizon if they had time to look up.
A deafening danger close explosion right next door blew chunks of heated mud everywhere. One paused at the edge of the impact while Jed jumped through part of the smoking zone of hot embers because the alternative was meeting certain death from the dead pursuers. The soldiers heard each other gasping for air amid the overwhelming ammonia smelling pollution. Yelling panicked while their fallen comrades stalked after them beside shattered crystals.
“Brains,” groaned the regular zombie units, stumbling through the underbrush that gave way like cheap fold-able chairs at an all you can eat buffet as they tumbled one by one into the pit.
“Gun, gun.. fun,” boomed the voice of the heavily armed zombie joining the battle.
“Shoot em buddy,” A sultry smoky voice blew in from nowhere.
“Yes Nancy,” replied the heavily armored zombie, as the mini-gun spun into maximum overdrive.
It lumbered past the burning log cabin as the roof fully collapsed shooting embers into the sky. Standing on the edge of the treeline spinning up its minigun where the regular zombies entered. In the background asteroids rained into the mountains on fire. A skeleton dressed in smoldering Elven plot armor blindly fumbled around.
“Edward, where have you gone? I save your ass again and you abandon me you son of a bitch,” she raged, walking right into a crater.
“Brzzzzt,”
Bullets flew forward spraying dead wood into splinters. A soldier dashed ahead of Jed escaping the crater. The rest of the group followed, coughing out gunk. They ducked clutching their behinds from the shooting gun with six rotating barrels that blasted just overhead ringing their collective eardrums. The hail of incoming bullets peppered the snow showering them in flakes of torn up roots. The guy running in front of the pack continued zig-zagging deeper into the forest. The bullets from the undead bulldozer chased him forcing him to make a sudden turn. They overshot that direction blasting away at birdies in the nighttime.
Jed saw his opening to pounce. He suddenly turned around, surprising the soldier taking up the rear. He pulled him behind a log in a choke hold where he knocked the enemy out non-lethally to stave off another zombie from spawning.
“BRZZZT!”
Jed fled diving behind rocks as nearby trees exploded into pulp. The bullets ricocheted off the stones before shifting direction again. Another soldier saw Jed hiding safely and nowhere else to flee there as well. He ran in that direction alerting the regular zombies. The bullets ripped into the ground spewing snowflakes while the horde zeroed in.
“Oooooooo” he cried out, tripping forward on a root.
The chase was on for the incoming zombies gaining on the man. Jed matched their groans on seeing all the trouble heading his way.
“BRZZZT!”
The incoming wave of zombies were hit by friendly fire and pulverized. Red hot liquid splattered and splashed all over the scene as if a dump truck of blood had tipped. The soldier diving for safety made the last ditch jump onto Jed.
The broken body flopped like a fish out of water, pulsing organs fell out of holes and the punched stomach leaking rotten supper. Jed’s heaving painted body was trying its best to dissociate but the overwhelming stench was too much to handle. His mental facilities had caved to stress and were stunned into inaction. The trembling man in his arms let out his last breath that stunk like there was no tomorrow.