Chapter 19: Axel’s Last Stand.

(Marinkia’s POV)

While I was killing those zombies, and now while I was following Axel, I realized that the designers of this park didn’t fully understand the actual work assignment for this park…

A “Theme Park” from my research about it, was a park with a specific theme in mind. As it is in the name, you would think that it would be a simple thing to understand.

But that clearly seemed to go over the head of the designers. Rather than a theme park with one unified theme, they seemed to have mistaken it as a theme park. That being a park of many themes…

Which is why clowns, or rather, a circus, was in this park. As well as many other themes that I shortly strolled through just a little while ago. Did really no one clarify this for them, or was it too late in the design process for them to change the plan? Whatever the reason, it’s no wonder why this place shut down.

After all, why would you go to a place that had festive parts of it, and then absolute horror on other parts? While I was thinking, Axel finished leading me inside a very large tent.

This was clearly Axel’s nest. As there were piles of human corpses in varying degrees of damage, all in one location. Shit… the smell of rot was quite strong, and it stunk to high heaven…

Axel: “Honorable Warrior, I, Axel, promise to not scratch or bite you during our fight.” He said with a serious tone, losing his clown like personality.

Marinkia: “Really?” I reply.

Axel: “Yes. So please fight me honorably, dear Warrior.” He said with a bow.

Marinkia: “Okay, I agree with that. It was my plan, after all.” I reply.

Walking over to the pile, Axel threw away his rusty sword, that oddly looked to be a blade from a helicopter. Where did he get that? Ah, there was an aviation part to this theme park as well. God, this place sucks…

Grabbing a handle that was buried in the bodies, Axel took out a broadsword. It was a real one, and looked to be of supreme quality. Similar in quality to my Katana and combat knife.

Oh, so he is actually fighting me with a real weapon? That rusty blood, rusted probably from the humans he slaughtered, was probably just for hunting. Walking along the pile, he grabbed yet another sword. Was he a collector, or something like that?

Axel: “Axel’s real form will come out now, please do well to survive.” He said with a ghostly smile.

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Crunch!

Break!

Marinkia: “…”

Axel’s body contorted into a one that was lanky. He was even more terrifying now. This… this was a real special zombie, alright. Starting the fight without words, Axel swung one of his swords using his lanky arm.

Clang!

Blocking the strike with my Katana, I felt the full force of his strength. Using a ton of mine, I was able to hold up the block, which caused Axel to smile in glee. Then he used his other sword without any hesitation.

Clash!

With seconds to spare, I use my combat knife to block his other weapon. Holding off two weapons like this was very straining on my arms. Not to mention… blocking an entire sword with a fucking knife. That wasn’t helping either…

Some Time Later.

Clang!

Clash!

Clank!

The fight went on, neither of our weapons breaking or getting damaged in the slightest. There were shallow cuts and bruises all over my body, but Axel was in far worse of a state.

With his rotted body, it wasn’t very hard to damage him. Of course, the damage didn’t really matter much. As he was a zombie, he didn’t feel pain. What did matter… was me managing to cut one of his arms off just now.

Axel: “One sword now, huh? And only one hand… I haven’t done this in a while.” He laughed, speaking coherent words and sentences.

Marinkia: “Axel… why do you speak like an ancient warrior?” I ask with a curious tone.

Axel: “I am ancient, child. Tell me, what year is it?” He asked.

Marinkia: “All technology was cut off a while ago, but it should still be the year 2085.” I answer.

Axel: “Haha, I died in the 785. The virus, which was dormant in me, woke up not that long ago. As I have said, I don’t wish to live any longer. My will fades with each day, and this is the most coherent I have been for a while.” He explained.

Marinkia: “So you really were an ancient warrior? This zombie apocalypse gets weirder by the day.” I reply with a chuckle.

Axel: “It will probably get weirder. For example, I have no idea why I understand or speak your language at all. But that doesn’t matter anymore. Please, let’s finish this now. I want to rest.” He pleaded.

Marinkia: “Your move, Axel.” I reply.

Axel: “Oh? Giving courter to a cripple? How honorable.” He heartily laughed.

More Fighting Later.

Even with just one arm, Axel was still hard to fight. Before the end of it, I added more wounds to myself from this little battle of ours. Axel was kneeling on the ground, with both of his arms now severed.

Axel: “Finish it, Marinkia. Please…” He said with his head bowed.

Marinkia: “You know… you will actually survive if I just cut off your head.” I inform.

Axel: “…How funny… To the end, I am denied an honorable death. How can you kill me?” He asked.

Marinkia: “I must pierce your skull. Or to be exact, I must destroy your brain.” I answer.

Axel: “Very well. Then, please do so. It was a great fight, Warrior Marinkia. I didn’t expect people of this peaceful era to be so skilled.” He chuckled.

Marinkia: “Farewell, Honorable Warrior, Axel…” I say before piercing his skull with my Katana, killing him.

That was a fight… Taking out my mirror, I saw that my eyes were glowing gold once more. So that’s why I won this fight? I used my Numen side… No wonder I felt remorseful for having to kill Axel…

With a sigh, I went over to his swords. Rather than take them, I placed them next to his body. Soon, his body melted, leaving a yellow crystal where his body once was. Picking up the crystal, I took his best broadsword with me.

I then put the crystal in my backpack. As I was about to leave the tent, I heard a distinct sound…

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Marinkia: “…”

There were Numens in the audience stands of this tent. Was I being watched this whole time? Fuck… Even now, I seem to forget my surroundings. Will I ever lose this damn habit of mine?… As for the Numens… Well, make a guess…