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= Chapter 1 = The Boy and the Corpse
~PART 1~
The warm summer sun cast rays down through the tree tops in the forest as Klyde slowly stalked quietly along, his eyes and ears paying attention to every last detail they come across.
“Gunpowder… no mistake about it,” he thought to himself as his nostrils brought in the familiar scent. Everywhere he looked, he could see the bullet holes embedded into the trees, blood spattered on some of them and the ground. Throughout the air, though, there was another distinct smell; the smell of rotting flesh.
Klyde came to a stop as something did not feel right; under his foot, instead of hard ground, he initially felt something softer, followed by bone. He looked down and quickly found that he was standing on an arm that was missing its body. He quickly stumbled off and fell against a tree as he looked more closely at the ground and the rays of the sun began to illuminate the ground. Bodies lay all over the ground. He looked more closely at them; most were cleaved cleanly into parts while others only seemed to have been shot.
“Damn it,” he muttered as he reached for the katana at his hip. “If I don’t fully decapitate them, they’ll turn into Newly-Dead… I don’t have a choice.” Klyde unsheathed his sword, walked over to the nearest body still intact of all its parts and sliced off the head. With a deep breath, he turned and began repeating the process as what was described to him from stories from the news broadcast everyone had originally thought was a hoax.
An hour passed by and Klyde walked up to the last body which turned out to be a young woman, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.
“Oh no… Elena, not you…” Klyde stopped, covered his eyes for a second and shook his head left and right as he fought to keep control of himself. “You were all supposed to... ARGH.” Shutting his eyes, he brought down his blade in frustration. Sweat mixed in with tears that began to burn his eyes, causing him to wipe them repeatedly as memories of his last encounter with Elena faded away from his mind. He slowly opened his eyes.
Looking back at all the bodies, something strange started to grow at the edge of his mind. Decapitation, bullet wounds, bites and scratches were abound, but none showed clear signs of someone being completely devoured.
“Just what the hell happened here?” he said to himself. Taking one last glance at Elena, he carefully brought his rifle up once more and began to slowly stalk away from area of slaughter. As he did, he made sure to look around, listening keenly as something else had started to bother him; someone or something was watching him.
A cool, gentle breeze swept across Klyde’s hair who slept with his back against a thick tree. Even in his sleep, he held his rifle at a low ready, letting his easily-startled nerves be his sentry. Elena and his family drifted through the darkness in his mind and reality. Before he realized it, he was staring at the forest ahead of him which was lit by the full moon high above. He quickly took a look around him from his seat, nothing. With a yawn, he rest his back against the tree once more.
“Vroom! Vroom!” His eyes shot open as he looked around. “What’s that sound-" he began to think, replaced with the feeling of shock from the violent impact on the tree behind him. A ghostly blue light lit up the area around him as he felt something spinning, as if sawing through the tree, centimeters above his head. “OH SHIT!” he yelled as he rolled forward, raising his rifle and thumbing the metal safety selector. Staring at where he was just sitting, a large blade of glowing blue light had just barely missed his head.
He felt is finger twitch and squeezed off a round. He squeezed off another and another until he broke out into a full terrified rage. His rifle continued to shoot its large caliber slugs, leaving the barrel with almost no recoil as the tree dented, splintering in many places and being completely shot through in others. After a few more rounds, the blade slumped towards the ground and Klyde’s chest heaved with a heavy sigh.
“Just what the hell was that all about?” Cautiously taking steps forward, he found himself frozen as a hand reached around the trunk of the tree and grabbed on to it. Moments later, a very large head of a woman with light peach hair and dark red eyes peeked around the tree, her sickening sadistic grin holding a needle with glowing red thread.
“So you're a little shorter than expected,” she exclaimed, pulling the blade from the trunk and holding it high as she slowly walked towards him.
“Oh my… what is she…” Klyde asked himself as he stared at her through a wobbly optic attached to his weapon.
“Oh come do make this fun, boy…” she laughed as she continued to walk slowly towards him, “I love to play with my food before I eat it. Boy.”

~PART 2~
Klyde’s throat choked up as he struggled to keep his aim steady. “COME HERE TASTY!” the woman yelled as she sprinted towards him.
“FU-" Klyde screamed and quickly jumped to the side before rolling the moment his feet touched back down on the ground, avoiding her follow-up swing. As he rose back to his feet, he quickly ran back, firing at her with one hand while trying to get away.
“Oh, you’re slippery, boy!” She quickly ran after him, her chainsaw reared up ever ready for her next swing.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!” Klyde yelled out as he took a stance for a moment to fire better aimed shots. To his horror, she quickly changed directions and ran towards him in a sharp curve.
“I want to taste your flesh, boy.” Her response clawed at the back of his neck in a freezing fervor. After being half paralyzed in fear, half waiting for the last minute, Klyde dove under her swing again, this time letting her cleave through an entire tree with one effortless swing. Standing and pushing off with one leg, Klyde ran as he heard the creaking of timber. He glanced over his shoulder, watching as the dark tree began to cut through the darkness right towards him.
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed as he pumped his arms, letting his rifle hang by its sling. Taking another glance back, his eyes quickly widened. “I- I’m not going to make it,” he screamed inside his head. In a flash of blue light, the woman split through the tree once more, jumping high in the air with the back of the front piece (???) . She twisted her grotesque body and drove her leg out like a piston, sending the tree flying off to the side. Klyde struggled slightly to push his body upright as he recovered from throwing himself to the ground.
“That’s good, boy, make this fun for me,” she spoke with a sly-foxy tone while she slowly stalked towards him. Klyde’s nerves began to fire rapidly.
“She’s…TOYING WITH ME?!” Bringing himself up quickly, he started to fire at her again with his left arm. “YOU CREEPY WOULD-BE ZILF FINALIST!” he shouted as he continued to fire.
“Zilf?” the woman repeated to herself with a playful curiosity. Her grin widened, keeping her eyes locked on his wrist before every shot. “Magus Flamma!” she yelled, thrusting her palm forward. A large jet of red-hot flame erupted from her hand towards him.
Side stepping, he could feel the intense heat as it shot past him. Bringing his rifle up to aim, he felt something collide with his right foot, causing him to fall on his side as he tripped but still keeping his rifle pointed towards her. He landed painfully. Cringing, he struggled to keep his rifle up as she approached. His eyes struggled to keep focus, his breathing erratic. She stood no more than three feet away from him.
“I’m no mere zombie or undead, boy,” her voice was low, warm and smooth. She held the chainsaw loosely in her left hand. In the moonlight, he could easily make out her body in full detail now. Her bust was big, off-set by very small shoulders. Her tall, lean body was covered with well-defined muscles and glowing red stiches. Along her front was a large stitch that ran down across the center of her chest was a crimson red tattoo which read †˜Ningen no More.’
“I am the C.O.R.P.S.E known as Christy."
“Corpse… Christy…” Klyde muttered as he continued to stare, unsure of what to do next. The sound of something going thud against the ground where she stood caused Christy to look over at her right. The stitching on her arm finally gave way and a good chunk of the limb slid off, exposing the bone of her upper arm. She examined the stub of the end of the bone curiously. (Do C.O.R.P.S.Es bleed?) (depends on the generation)
“Well, this sucks... hm?” She looked over as she heard another thud of something hitting the ground. “He… fainted,” she thought, scratching her head out of instinct, realizing afterwards she was using her exposed bone to do so. She grinned once more, set her chainsaw down and walked over to Klyde’s helpless body. She crawled over to him, reached out for his head with her left hand arm, craddled and propped it up.
“Let’s see how tasty you are, boy.”
As the night wears on, Christy rears her head up, blood covering her mouth as a small chunk of flesh hung between her grin…

“AH!” Klyde rose suddenly from the ground, panting heavily where he sat. “Was it a dream,” he exhaled as his hands quickly scanned his body along with his eyes. He quickly checked his chest down to his legs before letting out a sigh. “Guess it was a nightmare…” With the thought of safety crossing sounding off in his mind he through his arms up in the air as he carefully fell backwards onto the ground. The muscles in his back relaxed with his lungs in another long sigh.
As his eyes opened just moments after gazing up into black sky adorned with hundreds of stars he couldn’t help but feel that something felt out of place. ”What that light… a fire? Come to think of it, I do feel kind of warm… WAIT, I DIDN’T START A FIRE!” Ever so slowly Klyde turned his head to the side until the neatly lit fire came into view, lighting up a naked woman who continued to smirk at him dangerously with her crimson red eyes. Her hand rose in the air and waved to him mockingly.
“HOLY FUCK YOU ARE REAL,” he screamed, “Damn it Klyde get up, can’t get up, scoot back!” Finally finding enough will power to thrust him backwards Klyde kept scooting back until his back collided with one of the fallen trees. He reached for his rifle and quickly his body started to shake. He frantically looked around for it to no avail.
“Well a good early morning to you too boy.” Klyde froze at her words and watched her as she slowly walked closer to him. Her eyes reflected from the small fire, highlighting her cruel smirk ever more. He could see that she was taller than him by over a foot, placing her around seven feet tall. Her naked pale body was laden with stitches with glowing red thread that matched the color of her eyes-
“YOU’RE NOT HELPING, BESIDES YOU ALREADY DESCRIBED HER!”
-Erm.
“SHIT,” Klyde gasped as he returned his attention to his assailant and promptly restarted his process of attempting to move.
“I wouldn’t be straining yourself so violently so soon after your operation, boy.” Klyde’s eyes widened as he fought against his terror to process the new information.
“What- tch- AH!” Wincing in pain Klyde turned his gaze downwards. A large lump broke through barricades in his throat as he slowly came to realize exactly where it was that rang out in sharp pain. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Consider yourself lucky for tasting so rancid boy, otherwise you would be nothing left but bone. The rest of you would be slowly converted into Mana inside me.
“…But...why would you… start… with…”
“You brought it on yourself boy,” she declared as she pointed at him accusingly.
“What the hell did I ever do to you, you attacked me out of nowhere for no reason! To boot you went and…”
“I already told you I like to play with my food boy. As I said you are lucky for some strange reason you taste absolutely rancid.” Klyde leaned backwards slightly over the tree trunk .
“But why…there… Wouldn’t you like something I dunno, like my arm or something?!”
“Then right now you wouldn’t HAVE an arm stupid boy. You called me a Z.I.L.F so consider it foreplay.” Her words hammered spikes of terror right into Klyde’s mind.
“…What… the hell…. She’s…”
“At least you can call yourself a man now, BOY,” her laugh rang out through the darkness surrounding them. Klyde’s body continued to shake as he watched her every move as she continued to laugh and shrug until he noticed something was off or rather, back on.
“Um…” Klyde’s very sudden change in demeanor caused Christy to end her laughter as she stared right at his face, her mouth returning to her smirk. “I’m not sure how you’ll take this but… didn’t your arm…fall off?” Klyde held his ground, hands gripping the tree trunk on both sides as he waited.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Her sudden loud laughter shook Klyde’s body from the recoil. “Oh I wouldn’t worry about that boy. The Mana in the stitching wore off so I went off and took a different arm, should last me at least a year.” Klyde’s face flushed of all color leaving only a blank canvas.
“You steal BODY PARTS?!”
“Only dead ones boy.”
“She steals body parts?!?!?!? Oh shit- KLYDE YOU IDIOT TURN BACK AROUND,” he yelled in his head, forcing him to focus enough that he caught on to the sound of someone running. He turned his head and right in front of his face was her oversized head, grinning right in his face. From deep in his chest he tried to squeeze out a scream through his quivering wide open mouth only to be shut closed and gulped back down as her cold finger pressed against his lips.
“Don’t worry boy I’m not going to eat any more of your rancid flesh.”
“Somehow that still doesn’t make me feel any-”
“Besides I’ve had more than enough… I’ve done nothing but eat since I escaped.”
“Wait, what do you mean escaped?”

His footsteps echoed down the hallway, the distinct sound of a hard shoe on tile. The air around him was cool as he liked it, the rooms lit ambient just enough where he can see everything without any effort. Making a right he finally came to a set of doors; large solid steel doors. Pressing his hand onto a soft gel like pad a series of metallic knocks and clicks sounded off before the door unlocked.
“Best technology on Grixis and they insist on Fear-Aged barricade systems… The Lot of them.” Pushing the door open the first thing he was met with was the ambient pinkish light. Looking around the solid steel walls in the large hall of a room he could see another door in the furthest corner. Turning his head back directly in front of him she sat atop a large Marble thrown on a raised platform five stair steps up in all directions. He gazed wordlessly at the cream and gold colored metallic figure before he finally called out to her.
“Mona, my beautiful child… I need you.”

= Chapter 1 = The Boy and the Corpse
~PART 1~
The warm summer sun cast rays down through the tree tops in the forest as Klyde slowly stalked quietly along, his eyes and ears paying attention to every last detail they come across.
“Gunpowder… no mistake about it,” he thought to himself as his nostrils brought in the familiar scent. Everywhere he looked, he could see the bullet holes embedded into the trees, blood spattered on some of them and the ground. Throughout the air, though, there was another distinct smell; the smell of rotting flesh.
Klyde came to a stop as something did not feel right; under his foot, instead of hard ground, he initially felt something softer, followed by bone. He looked down and quickly found that he was standing on an arm that was missing its body. He quickly stumbled off and fell against a tree as he looked more closely at the ground and the rays of the sun began to illuminate the ground. Bodies lay all over the ground. He looked more closely at them; most were cleaved cleanly into parts while others only seemed to have been shot.
“Damn it,” he muttered as he reached for the katana at his hip. “If I don’t fully decapitate them, they’ll turn into Newly-Dead… I don’t have a choice.” Klyde unsheathed his sword, walked over to the nearest body still intact of all its parts and sliced off the head. With a deep breath, he turned and began repeating the process as what was described to him from stories from the news broadcast everyone had originally thought was a hoax.
An hour passed by and Klyde walked up to the last body which turned out to be a young woman, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.
“Oh no… Elena, not you…” Klyde stopped, covered his eyes for a second and shook his head left and right as he fought to keep control of himself. “You were all supposed to... ARGH.” Shutting his eyes, he brought down his blade in frustration. Sweat mixed in with tears that began to burn his eyes, causing him to wipe them repeatedly as memories of his last encounter with Elena faded away from his mind. He slowly opened his eyes.
Looking back at all the bodies, something strange started to grow at the edge of his mind. Decapitation, bullet wounds, bites and scratches were abound, but none showed clear signs of someone being completely devoured.
“Just what the hell happened here?” he said to himself. Taking one last glance at Elena, he carefully brought his rifle up once more and began to slowly stalk away from area of slaughter. As he did, he made sure to look around, listening keenly as something else had started to bother him; someone or something was watching him.
A cool, gentle breeze swept across Klyde’s hair who slept with his back against a thick tree. Even in his sleep, he held his rifle at a low ready, letting his easily-startled nerves be his sentry. Elena and his family drifted through the darkness in his mind and reality. Before he realized it, he was staring at the forest ahead of him which was lit by the full moon high above. He quickly took a look around him from his seat, nothing. With a yawn, he rest his back against the tree once more.
“Vroom! Vroom!” His eyes shot open as he looked around. “What’s that sound-" he began to think, replaced with the feeling of shock from the violent impact on the tree behind him. A ghostly blue light lit up the area around him as he felt something spinning, as if sawing through the tree, centimeters above his head. “OH SHIT!” he yelled as he rolled forward, raising his rifle and thumbing the metal safety selector. Staring at where he was just sitting, a large blade of glowing blue light had just barely missed his head.
He felt is finger twitch and squeezed off a round. He squeezed off another and another until he broke out into a full terrified rage. His rifle continued to shoot its large caliber slugs, leaving the barrel with almost no recoil as the tree dented, splintering in many places and being completely shot through in others. After a few more rounds, the blade slumped towards the ground and Klyde’s chest heaved with a heavy sigh.
“Just what the hell was that all about?” Cautiously taking steps forward, he found himself frozen as a hand reached around the trunk of the tree and grabbed on to it. Moments later, a very large head of a woman with light peach hair and dark red eyes peeked around the tree, her sickening sadistic grin holding a needle with glowing red thread.
“So you're a little shorter than expected,” she exclaimed, pulling the blade from the trunk and holding it high as she slowly walked towards him.
“Oh my… what is she…” Klyde asked himself as he stared at her through a wobbly optic attached to his weapon.
“Oh come do make this fun, boy…” she laughed as she continued to walk slowly towards him, “I love to play with my food before I eat it. Boy.”

~PART 2~
Klyde’s throat choked up as he struggled to keep his aim steady. “COME HERE TASTY!” the woman yelled as she sprinted towards him.
“FU-" Klyde screamed and quickly jumped to the side before rolling the moment his feet touched back down on the ground, avoiding her follow-up swing. As he rose back to his feet, he quickly ran back, firing at her with one hand while trying to get away.
“Oh, you’re slippery, boy!” She quickly ran after him, her chainsaw reared up ever ready for her next swing.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!” Klyde yelled out as he took a stance for a moment to fire better aimed shots. To his horror, she quickly changed directions and ran towards him in a sharp curve.
“I want to taste your flesh, boy.” Her response clawed at the back of his neck in a freezing fervor. After being half paralyzed in fear, half waiting for the last minute, Klyde dove under her swing again, this time letting her cleave through an entire tree with one effortless swing. Standing and pushing off with one leg, Klyde ran as he heard the creaking of timber. He glanced over his shoulder, watching as the dark tree began to cut through the darkness right towards him.
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed as he pumped his arms, letting his rifle hang by its sling. Taking another glance back, his eyes quickly widened. “I- I’m not going to make it,” he screamed inside his head. In a flash of blue light, the woman split through the tree once more, jumping high in the air with the back of the front piece (???) . She twisted her grotesque body and drove her leg out like a piston, sending the tree flying off to the side. Klyde struggled slightly to push his body upright as he recovered from throwing himself to the ground.
“That’s good, boy, make this fun for me,” she spoke with a sly-foxy tone while she slowly stalked towards him. Klyde’s nerves began to fire rapidly.
“She’s…TOYING WITH ME?!” Bringing himself up quickly, he started to fire at her again with his left arm. “YOU CREEPY WOULD-BE ZILF FINALIST!” he shouted as he continued to fire.
“Zilf?” the woman repeated to herself with a playful curiosity. Her grin widened, keeping her eyes locked on his wrist before every shot. “Magus Flamma!” she yelled, thrusting her palm forward. A large jet of red-hot flame erupted from her hand towards him.
Side stepping, he could feel the intense heat as it shot past him. Bringing his rifle up to aim, he felt something collide with his right foot, causing him to fall on his side as he tripped but still keeping his rifle pointed towards her. He landed painfully. Cringing, he struggled to keep his rifle up as she approached. His eyes struggled to keep focus, his breathing erratic. She stood no more than three feet away from him.
“I’m no mere zombie or undead, boy,” her voice was low, warm and smooth. She held the chainsaw loosely in her left hand. In the moonlight, he could easily make out her body in full detail now. Her bust was big, off-set by very small shoulders. Her tall, lean body was covered with well-defined muscles and glowing red stiches. Along her front was a large stitch that ran down across the center of her chest was a crimson red tattoo which read †˜Ningen no More.’
“I am the C.O.R.P.S.E known as Christy."
“Corpse… Christy…” Klyde muttered as he continued to stare, unsure of what to do next. The sound of something going thud against the ground where she stood caused Christy to look over at her right. The stitching on her arm finally gave way and a good chunk of the limb slid off, exposing the bone of her upper arm. She examined the stub of the end of the bone curiously. (Do C.O.R.P.S.Es bleed?) (Depends on the generation)
“Well, this sucks... hm?” She looked over as she heard another thud of something hitting the ground. “He… fainted,” she thought, scratching her head out of instinct, realizing afterwards she was using her exposed bone to do so. She grinned once more, set her chainsaw down and walked over to Klyde’s helpless body. She crawled over to him, reached out for his head with her left hand arm, craddled and propped it up.
“Let’s see how tasty you are, boy.”
As the night wears on, Christy rears her head up, blood covering her mouth as a small chunk of flesh hung between her grin…

“AH!” Klyde rose suddenly from the ground, panting heavily where he sat. “Was it a dream,” he exhaled as his hands quickly scanned his body along with his eyes. He quickly checked his chest down to his legs before letting out a sigh. “Guess it was a nightmare…” With the thought of safety crossing sounding off in his mind he through his arms up in the air as he carefully fell backwards onto the ground. The muscles in his back relaxed with his lungs in another long sigh.
As his eyes opened just moments after gazing up into black sky adorned with hundreds of stars he couldn’t help but feel that something felt out of place. ”What that light… a fire? Come to think of it, I do feel kind of warm… WAIT, I DIDN’T START A FIRE!” Ever so slowly Klyde turned his head to the side until the neatly lit fire came into view, lighting up a naked woman who continued to smirk at him dangerously with her crimson red eyes. Her hand rose in the air and waved to him mockingly.
“HOLY FUCK YOU ARE REAL,” he screamed, “Damn it Klyde get up, can’t get up, scoot back!” Finally finding enough will power to thrust him backwards Klyde kept scooting back until his back collided with one of the fallen trees. He reached for his rifle and quickly his body started to shake. He frantically looked around for it to no avail.
“Well a good early morning to you too boy.” Klyde froze at her words and watched her as she slowly walked closer to him. Her eyes reflected from the small fire, highlighting her cruel smirk ever more. He could see that she was taller than him by over a foot, placing her around seven feet tall. Her naked pale body was laden with stitches with glowing red thread that matched the color of her eyes-
“YOU’RE NOT HELPING, BESIDES YOU ALREADY DESCRIBED HER!”
-Erm.
“SHIT,” Klyde gasped as he returned his attention to his assailant and promptly restarted his process of attempting to move.
“I wouldn’t be straining yourself so violently so soon after your operation, boy.” Klyde’s eyes widened as he fought against his terror to process the new information.
“What- tch- AH!” Wincing in pain Klyde turned his gaze downwards. A large lump broke through barricades in his throat as he slowly came to realize exactly where it was that rang out in sharp pain. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Consider yourself lucky for tasting so rancid boy, otherwise you would be nothing left but bone. The rest of you would be slowly converted into Mana inside me.
“…But...why would you… start… with…”
“You brought it on yourself boy,” she declared as she pointed at him accusingly.
“What the hell did I ever do to you, you attacked me out of nowhere for no reason! To boot you went and…”
“I already told you I like to play with my food boy. As I said you are lucky for some strange reason you taste absolutely rancid.” Klyde leaned backwards slightly over the tree trunk .
“But why…there… Wouldn’t you like something I dunno, like my arm or something?!”
“Then right now you wouldn’t HAVE an arm stupid boy. You called me a Z.I.L.F so consider it foreplay.” Her words hammered spikes of terror right into Klyde’s mind.
“…What… the hell…. She’s…”
“At least you can call yourself a man now, BOY,” her laugh rang out through the darkness surrounding them. Klyde’s body continued to shake as he watched her every move as she continued to laugh and shrug until he noticed something was off or rather, back on.
“Um…” Klyde’s very sudden change in demeanor caused Christy to end her laughter as she stared right at his face, her mouth returning to her smirk. “I’m not sure how you’ll take this but… didn’t your arm…fall off?” Klyde held his ground, hands gripping the tree trunk on both sides as he waited.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Her sudden loud laughter shook Klyde’s body from the recoil. “Oh I wouldn’t worry about that boy. The Mana in the stitching wore off so I went off and took a different arm, should last me at least a year.” Klyde’s face flushed of all color leaving only a blank canvas.
“You steal BODY PARTS?!”
“Only dead ones boy.”
“She steals body parts?!?!?!? Oh shit- KLYDE YOU IDIOT TURN BACK AROUND,” he yelled in his head, forcing him to focus enough that he caught on to the sound of someone running. He turned his head and right in front of his face was her oversized head, grinning right in his face. From deep in his chest he tried to squeeze out a scream through his quivering wide open mouth only to be shut closed and gulped back down as her cold finger pressed against his lips.
“Don’t worry boy I’m not going to eat any more of your rancid flesh.”
“Somehow that still doesn’t make me feel any-”
“Besides I’ve had more than enough… I’ve done nothing but eat since I escaped.”
“Wait, what do you mean escaped?”

His footsteps echoed down the hallway, the distinct sound of a hard shoe on tile. The air around him was cool as he liked it, the rooms lit ambient just enough where he can see everything without any effort. Making a right he finally came to a set of doors; large solid steel doors. Pressing his hand onto a soft gel like pad a series of metallic knocks and clicks sounded off before the door unlocked.
“Best technology on Grixis and they insist on Fear-Aged barricade systems… The Lot of them.” Pushing the door open the first thing he was met with was the ambient pinkish light. Looking around the solid steel walls in the large hall of a room he could see another door in the furthest corner. Turning his head back directly in front of him she sat atop a large Marble thrown on a raised platform five stair steps up in all directions. He gazed wordlessly at the cream and gold colored metallic figure before he finally called out to her.
“Mona, my beautiful child… I need you.”

= Chapter Two =
Waking up to a less than desirable situation Klyde quickly stood up all under Christy’s crimson gaze.
“Well good morning a second time, Boy.” Uneasily Klyde turned his head to face her, his hand quickly covering his eyes.
“You don’t sleep do you?”
“Not really Boy, CORPSEs don’t get tired, and what’s wrong?”
“You’re still naked, aren’t you,” he replied nervously.
“It’s not like you HAVN’T seen my body boy, is it not attractive,” she asked as her signature smirk seemingly burned right through Klyde’s defenses.
“I mean, you’d RATHER walk around naked…?” Pushing off with her hand she stood proudly before walking over towards him.
“Predators only need their teeth Boy, and don’t forget it.” Klyde gasped in surprise as something hard was shoved into his chest. Upon looking down he was greeted by a familiar sight. Instantly his right hand found its way to the pistol grip, his index finger lying along the side of the stock just above the trigger. “Where did you get this rifle boy, it’s not every day that one out of only two Anti-CAGE rifles are in the hands of a random Ningen.”
“Would you believe me if I told you it fell out of the sky and I just happened to be there,” Klyde replied as he slung it over his shoulders, his hands bring the rifle to the natural †˜low-ready’.
“Hah,” Christy began as her mind quickly replayed images of a small scuffle in the air. “I believe you Boy but where are your plans now?” Klyde immediately turned his head up towards her nervously.
“Should… I tell her… or is this…” He pondered for a few moments, all while staring into her large red eyes. “Alright,” he began as he finally came to a decision, “I’ll tell you. I was planning to head to the nearest town and just figure out what to do from there depending on the situation there.” Shifting her weight Christy rested a hand on her hip, tilting her head at him.
“Sounds like fun boy, I’m coming with you.”
“Wha- why,” Klyde questioned as Christy started walking, carrying her weapon effortlessly.
“I wouldn’t just stand there boy I’m not going to eat you but who know what just like the taste of your pitifully disgusting, rancid, horrid-“
“I get it, I’m coming.”

After some time traveling through the woods at a slow but steady pace along his naked companion in silence…
“So um, Christy… what are CORPSEs exactly..?” Christy turned her head as she looked down at him.
With a rather large prideful grin, “Why do you want to know Boy?” Klyde looked back ahead of them at the emptiness of anything ahead of them save for the green tunnel of trees that surrounded them.
“Curiosity I suppose…”
“Well then I’ll give you some of the basics Boy. We CORPSEs are undead soldiers of a certain special militarized city-nation. We were the solution to the undead problem we on Grixis currently face.”
“So I was right, you’re not a living person,” Klyde started, only to retreat behind the cover of not looking at her fierce eyes.
“You are right about that Boy. Unlike the rest of the undead population we were brought back to life through the use of Mana based technology such as Mana generators to power us, recyclers to purify our Mana along with other surgical implications.” Klyde continued to walk as his boots made crunch sounds from the gravel surrounding the tracks, his mouth wide open.
“That kind of technology can’t be real…”
“It’s very real Boy, it’s kept you alive thus far. I doubt you wouldn’t have lived long without the rifle am I right?” Klyde’s head lowered slightly in reply from the heaviness of her reality. “How do you think a .50 Caliber Carbine can shoot case-less rounds with zero recoil with a seemingly endless supply of ammunition that you don’t carry on you?”
“This rifle is… Mana powered..? that would explain a couple of things, but what about the ammo?”
“If I start explaining that, I’d melt your brain.”

Klyde continued in his steady walk, sticking to the shade from the trees to keep cool from the hot afternoon sun. He kept his low ready grip on his rifle of which he gave the utmost respect for. After his lesson about CORPSEs he couldn’t help but be amazed at the thought that they do exist and the technologies have finally caught up and can use Mana so freely… Something only thought to be able to be used by the remaining Casters…
“Look alive Boy, we’re coming up to a town,” Christy called out to him. Looking up He could start to see what appeared to be a large white stone wall a few hundred meters away from where they were walking.
“Whoa… that’s a hell-of-a-wall they have… do you think it could be a Sanctuary-Class city?” Feeling a bit up-lifted Klyde broke into a light jog, closely followed by Christy.
“I doubt it boy and I really don’t see any sense of hurry either. If there are people there alive then by now they should have found a way to stay alive.”
”They would have wouldn’t they,” slowing his pace back down to a walk he heard the distinguishable sound of something sliding on loose gravel. Upon turning his head Klyde watched as Christy slid by as if she were on skates until her to finally came too a halt. “What was that about?”
“Sometimes you have to have a little bit of fun, you never know it actually might be hell on Grixis in there.”

After thirty minutes of walking along the tracks and watching the ever growing wall reach high into the sky Christy trusted her arm out, her fist nearly slamming into Klyde’s chest whom kept his eyes on the wall until he collided softly with her arm.
“Do you love the dark boy,” she asked with a hint of curiosity.
“No, absolutely terrified of…the…” he started until he turned his attention to the draft blowing through his hair. Greeting their attention was a large tunnel, with the tracks leading straight through into it and darker than a frozen hell.
“I can see in the dark boy, I can lead you through it if you want to see if it leads through the wall.” With a nervous smile Klyde vigorously shook his head side to side before looking around them.
“I mean there has to be a way to get inside from regular commuting from back then right?” Klyde turned to his right and started to walk along the wall as Christy carelessly followed behind him. “Hey Christy I think I see a way in,” he called out quietly as he broke into a quick run. Everywhere he looked he could see rubble of the same kind of stone used to make up the wall. After a short while he finally found what he was looking for. Peeking with just his head for a brief moment he ran across the gap and pressed his back against the wall, careful not to make a sound by brushing against it.
After mimicking Klyde and pressing her back along the wall from her side, they both peeked through the massive gash in the wall that started from the ground all the way up to the top. With a sigh Christy broke the silence, “Looks clear to me Boy.”
Making quick note of Christy’s face Klyde turned his attention back into the deserted streets ahead of them. “What’s with that look then?”
“That means there’s nothing for me to eat but you,” Christy replied as they met each other’s gaze for a moment.
“Well here goes then.” Klyde turned around and faced the wall, bringing his rifle to a high-ready stance as he carefully walked through the massive crack. Immediately he checked his left and right before he took a knee just in front of one of the many abandoned cars. “Yeah we’re all clear you can- tch ow hey,” Klyde cried out quietly as Christy pulled him up to his feet by his hair.
“I was right behind you Hero Boy, come on let’s go.”
As Christy walked along Klyde finally stopped rubbing the back of his head to massage out the pain and quickly caught up with her. “Seeing as there’s no one here, did you want to get some clothes? I’m sure we could find something that would fit you.”
“Seeing as you’re the only living person around me right now Boy I’m sure I’ll be just fine without clothes.” Klyde returned to a high-ready stance as he slowly made his way down the street. His head was connected to a swivel as he constantly looked to his left and right trying to catch any signs of movement behind the glass doors and windows. Shaking her head at his pointless antics Christy looked up to her right at the street light. Hanging off the arm there was a small green metal sign reading: PORT WAY.
“Make a right Boy, and for the love of all things tasty this isn’t a FPS just walk normally until needed.” Klyde’s very quick about face caught Christy slightly off guard. “Oh?”
“You don’t see me trying to tell you how to live YOUR death, besides I’m already used to this. It saved me a couple of times already.”
“You’re not a Solider or a Contractor and besides you have me here. So make a right or I’ll become a Boy-Class Vegetarian.” The seriousness in her voice caused Klyde to seek refuge in the asphalt as he walked along his given path.

As they continued to make their way through the seemingly empty city, a familiar haunting feeling crept over Klyde. Everywhere he looked he could see the tall tale signs of battle. Everywhere he looked he could see bullet holes, along with casings scattered across the ground. However just like in the last town he walked through, there was no form of life anywhere to be found.
“I don’t think there’s ANYONE here at all…”
Sniff! Sniff! “Oh they’re here somewhere Boy.” Cautiously Klyde slowed his pace again as he approached the corner of the block. Carefully he peeked around the corner and observed hard before cautiously making his way around the brick building.
“What makes you so sure,” he asked her as they both walked down the street.
“I can smell them Boy,” she replied as she passed Klyde as they went along.
“What are you doing…” he thought to himself as she walked ahead of him. “Somehow I’m not surprised you can.” Coming to a stop in front of him Klyde quickly followed suit, following her gaze upwards ahead of them.
“Found them.” Towering in front of them was another wall with a pile of cars, trucks and even buses right up against the wall. At the very top right above the tallest point of the vehicular hill was a rope ladder. “Tasty morsels await Boy.” Her mouth formed her typical grin as excitement grew in her.
“Um… Christy…” Looking back at her companion she followed Klyde gaze to the ground where thousands upon thousands of bones littered the street. Some were still complete skeletons while others shown obvious signs of their cause of death.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a few bones Boy,” she taunted him as she stomped down on the nearest skull and crushing it complete beneath her barefoot. “They’re not going to rise up and kill you Boy.”
“Well um…” Klyde stuttered nervously, causing Christy to laugh.
“Fine then Boy let’s find a way up,” she consulted, charging a large amount of Mana in her right fist.
“Wait what are you?”
“Or not,” she sadistically and quickly muttered, aiming her hand at the massive wall.
“We’ll climb! We’ll climb,” Klyde yelled as he pushed her arm towards the side. “I mean what the harm in trying to even check if there’s someone at the very top of the wall, I could probably yell loud enough for them to hear us.”
“You can’t be serious,” Christy quickly replied as she raised her eye brow at him.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“A lot.” Sighing deeply Klyde looked back at the mountains of beat vehicles, his eyes trying to draw a path for the easiest way up. Suddenly his mind raced as he thought of the possibilities that could happen to him. His mind shuttered in fear.
“I just remembered how much I’m afraid of heights.”
Smack! “FINE you can try yelling Boy,” she scolded as she rubbed her forehead.
Taking a deep breath Klyde shouted between his hands and up towards the top of the wall, “IS ANYONE UP THERE?!” After a few moments of silence Klyde turned his attention back towards Christy. “Looks like there’s no one-“ Christy snapped her head behind them quickly at the sound of the rolling can while Klyde painfully and slowly forced himself to look.
“Oh,” Christy exclaimed in a heartfelt manner. From twenty five meters away Newly-Dead had begun sprinting out of buildings while the slower zombies formed a mass behind the Newly-Dead.
“Oops…” Klyde stared at the approaching dead in fear.
“Told you Boy, I’m always right,” she replied as she brought up her chainsaw in both hands. Pulling on the rip chord while squeezing the trigger like button on the back handle the large Mana blade erupted from the actual mechanism and she held it up high.
“COME HERE TASTIES! And try not to shoot me Boy.” With that Christy ran forward faster than Klyde thought was humanly possible. After a few moments he drew his rifle up and thumbed the safety. Christy approached the first Newly-Dead wielding a baseball bat and quickly sliced through him at an angle. Following the swing of her momentum she spun around and kicked one of the halves of his decapitated body; it flew at such a velocity that it knocked several other Zombies from their feet.
“WATCH YOUR BACK,” Klyde yelled out to her as he aimed through his optic. Aligning the small red dot to his target he pulled the trigger. Instantly the zombie that reached for Christy’s back was beheaded.
“Hm, not bad Boy.” She moved over to the left and held her ground, slicing the non-stop flesh conveyer belt effortlessly. Every so often she would look at Klyde who also held his ground, squeezing off round after round. As she observed his face she couldn’t fight back the laughter even as she drove her fist into the chest of a rotting zombie, ripping its spine out and flinging the segment of spine at another.
“Oh Boy… you’re just too much, still afraid?” Christy’s grin lit up like the blood lust in her eyes as she drove herself deep into the mass of undead as the blue light of her Chainsaw sliced around her in all directions. All around her limbs flew around as if they were shot from a cannon. Satisfied with the amount she gave herself she grabbed the nearest newly dead and promptly bit down on her favorite. Crushing its neck she reached in for its spine, severing it with her mouth and letting the blood cascade down her throat.
“CHRISTY!” Looking over past the head she could see Klyde who tried as quickly as he could to drop his undead targets quickly, but simply not quick enough.
“I guess this will have to do for now… Damn it Boy.” Ripping off the head only connected by the remaining skin from the neck she threw into the most deteriorated zombie before blasting the rest in a spontaneous burst of flame from her hand before she turned and sprinted at great speed to her ally.
“Shit…shit…shit,” Klyde muttered out loud in between his shots. He quickly switched between his targets as he backed up. “Damn it where is she,” he yelled out in his brain as he became even more selective of which targets he fired upon.
“Hey we’re lowering the ladder hold on!” Taking a quick glimpse up towards the wall he could see multiple people along the top, lowering a rope ladder while others took pot-shots at the zombies. Returning his attention to the immediate danger in front of him he squeezed off a few more rounds, each one wrecking the undead bodies and even the ones behind them before he started to climb the vehicles. The metal bodies buckled under his weight as he attempted to climb up no avail. He couldn’t reach the ladder; it was shy of ten feet.
“Hey anyway you can lower it more?!”
“We can’t you have to find a way up,” some yelled back to him. Looking around him Zombies had already surrounded him, rocking the car he stood on as others were slowly climbing towards him. Returning the rifle from his back into the high ready and promptly fired at the zombies crawling towards him before shooting a few of the ones attempting to bring down the cars. After killing a few more he turned and stared up at the ladder and braced himself to jump.
“Alright Klyde you got this…1…2…” Just as he started to push off he felt the car he stood on and himself become weightless. His Eyes began to widen in terror as he realized he was falling. He turned his body, drawing his weapon to fire a shot before he’d hit the ground. Suddenly as he stared right into at least a dozen undead eyes he felt a painful tug from the back of his pants and before he knew it he was flying through the air. Looking back to his left he watched as Christy shoved her chainsaw into the wall and landing on the motor while holding Klyde easily in one arm.
“OH MY GOD, THANK YOU CHRISTY,” he cried as he struggled to regain control of his breathing.
“Thank my later Boy, I still have to throw you up to the top.” Taking a few seconds to process his situation Klyde suddenly snapped his attention back at Christy who continued to don her cruel smirk.
“WAIT YOU’RE GOING TO THROW ME?!”
“Oh no,” Christy began as she dangled Klyde away at arm’s length away, high above the ever hungry mouths below. “I think my arm is going to fall off again…”
“AHHH! THROW ME! THROW ME THROW- MEEEEEE-AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Klyde Screamed in terror as he found himself flung through the air like a rag doll. Watching the edge of the wall quickly approach he threw his arms out, several men grabbing hold of him as they yanked him down as the momentum nearly carried them all off the back edge.
“Gotcha’,” one of them called out as they helped Klyde to his feet.
“Thank you-thank you-thank you,” Klyde struggled to catch his breath as he looked around him. “WAIT WHERE’S CHRISTY,” he yelled out in panic.
“I don’t think you have to worry about her,” one of the mean with a hunting rifle called back. Others who were watching felt their lunch escape out of their mouths. Carefully walking towards the edge Klyde fell back as Christy flew up into the air, pinning Klyde playfully to the ground.
“I’m right here Boy.” Standing tall most of the men adverted their eyes from Christy as blood dripped from her body; some even managing to pour on Klyde as he sat in shock.
“Alright Christy,” Klyde began as he pushed himself up “I’ll listen to you for now on.”

= Chapter 3=

“Thanks Bill,” Klyde said as he threw his arms into the over coat presented to him.
“Don’t mention it,” the middle aged man replied as he took one last puff of his cigarette before tossing it over the wall. “It can get cold at night around here. Besides, you volunteered for watch right off the bat might as well be comfortable yeah?”
“Yeah, that’s a good way to think about it.” Standing at the top of the wall Klyde carefully peered downwards before looking out further.
“You’re partner, you don’t mind if we talk about her do you,” Bill asked cautiously as he curiously peeked over the edge, only to retreat in disgust.
“I don’t mind, but I’m not sure how she would take it.”
“Well um… just what is she…? Some kind of Monster…?” Klyde looked around as all the guard on watch turned to look at him. Suddenly feeling compelled, Klyde rubbed the back of his head.
“I don’t think that monsters really exist,” he answered. “At least I hope not,” he thought as he returned his gaze back outwards. “She says she’s a CORPSE, some kind of undead soldier.” Curiosity gave way to dread on the faces who all heard Klyde’s words.
“How can she be undead,” a woman gasped near the stairs to the wall.
“Guess you can say you are what you eat,” one of the guard snickered as he tilted his head while observing the subject.
“-Well in any case, Klyde can you get her to cover-up her body? We have children around and…well...” Bill shot a glance to the woman standing at the stairs and back at Klyde. She was around the same age as Bill with darker hair. “I’ll be fine Honey, go back down.” With a simple nod she quickly walked down and out of sight; Klyde took his chance to reply.
“Well to tell you the truth, I already tried to she just likes to be naked…”
“Hey heads up she’s coming up,” the guard who joked earlier warned in a laid back manner. Moments later Christy flew up into the air it seemed before she landed a top the wall. Immediately a sense of unease set in which she brushed off like the blood that covered her mouth.
“Well you don’t have to worry about any Mana finding its way back into those bodies,” she joked followed by a slight chuckle before setting her chainsaw onto the floor. “Doing alright Boy,” she asked giving him a quick glance before returning her attention to the moon.
“Just fine, how about you? You seem…cold.” Klyde very quickly found everyone on guard staring at him with rage-full embarrassment. Christy’s laugh nearly knocked them all off the edge of the wall.
“Fine, anyone have anything I can fit?” Christy’s grin seemed to reflect the moon in a tempting and sinister way.
“I’ve got something… well for now anyways,” Bill replied as he reached down to his feet and picked an old maroon colored extra tall sweater. Christy thrusted her arm outwards and Bill promptly tossed it to her underhand. Snatching it in mid-flight Christy slipped her arms into the sleeves quickly before she pulled it down quickly.
“Hey! What the hell,” she cried as she struggled to pull the sweater down over her body, her head well beyond the size needed to fit through. Klyde quickly covered his mouth as he tried to control his laughter. “Damn it, come help me BOY,” she demanded angrily. Making his way quickly to his companion Klyde grabbed on the bottom of her sweater and attempted to pull it down making sure his face was turned to the side and his eyes closed.
“Holy shit,” one of the guards exclaimed as they all started to laugh, finally at ease in her now comical presence. Bill and a few of the others moved in to help all the while laughing uncontrollably. Sensing them around her Christy growled behind closed teeth.
“This isn’t the open motel room special!” Coordinating their attack Klyde took the front as Bill backed off, letting another guard take his place as the boxed her in, each one holding a corner firmly.
“Alright we jump on three,” Klyde called out.
“JUMP?! What the HELL do you mean,” Christy Struggled even more to pull the sweater down herself from the notion; her hands clenching painfully on top of Klyde’s.
“THREE,” Klyde yelled as everyone jumped into the air, yanking downwards as they came back down.
Riiiiiiiiip! The laughter suddenly stopped as Christy’s big red eyes glared right at Klyde in the most hostile of ways.
“Start running.” In a flash Klyde took off down along the wall as fast as he possibly could while the others quickly gave her room. Restrained by her anger she waited a few moments more before she took off after him.
“THAT’S IT I DON’T CARE OF YOU TASTE LIKE SHIT! I’M BIGGER THAN YOU I WILL EAT YOUR SOUL BOY!”
“OH FUCK! GRIXIS PLEASE HELP ME,” Klyde screamed as he continued to sprint. Taking a look back he stared right into her glaring face. “OH SH-,” he started before he his speed caused his right foot to slam down on his left toes and causing him to fall forward. His heart nearly exploded form the pressure as he turned, just enough time to reach for Christy’s arm as he fell over the wall. Diving after him Christy clamped onto Klyde arm ever glaring at him still.
“HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GONING TO LEAVE ME HANGING,” he cried. Suddenly Klyde’s focus snapped to attention as a familiar sound entered into his ears. “Muffled cries…no wait, THOSE ARE MOANS,” he realized quickly as he looked down as Christy turned her attention forward as well. The streets were completely filled with zombies as far as they could see; as if the city itself were a city of the dead. Pulling Klyde back on top of the wall they both ran back to where everyone was still laughing. Watching Klyde frantically point down over the wall the guard whom openly joked dryly peered over in the indicated directon.
“No! Are you fucking KIDDING ME,” he yelled out as he suddenly took a knee, aiming his hunting rifle. His sudden out-burst caused the rest of the night watch to spring into action. Lining up along the walls edge they began to take shots at the ever growing zombie mass that pushed and banged against their wall.
“Bill start up the Evac, just in case,” the head guard called out as he slid his bolt forward and taking another shot.
“You got it Cid,” Bill replied as he hurried to the center of the wall and turned the old vintage hand crank air-strike warning. Within seconds more women and men with rifles ran up the stairs as others started coordinating the evacuation. Reaching everyone Christy quickly grabbed her chainsaw from the ground and let it roar to life high above everyone as more people began to line up on the wall.
“What’s the plan,” Klyde called out as he peered through his wide Holographic-Sight.
“Once everyone is evacuated we try to kill them all. At ANY sign of a breach we EVAC with everyone else.”
“Seems easy enough,” Klyde responded as he quickly began to take targets rapidly, far out classing any of the hunting rifles. He tried to steady his breathing as he placed the small red dot on top of one zombie at a time, being carefully to squeeze the trigger as his first trigger pulls sent his round to the right of his original target. A flash of light caught his eye and he quickly looked up. Some kind of ship hovered three hundred meters away on level with the wall.
“Christy what the hell is that,” Klyde asked as he continued to float in the air. “I haven’t seen a ship just FLOAT before… What the hell is going on…” Turning her head up to the ship and she began to laugh.
“Looks like they finally caught up with me; listen up try not to shoot us in the back alright? If that thing gets close just run.”
“If what gets close,” Cid question as he stared at the ship through his scope. Suddenly he watched closely as a Creamy white colored metallic figure dropped from the ship.
“That thing,” Christy replied. “DO NOT SHOT US SO HELP ME,” She growled as she lifted her chainsaw up in the ready position. Her statements made Klyde uneasy as he continued to drop his targets.
“What does she mean by…us…oh no,” his dreaded thoughts came true as he felt an arm wrap around his skinny body. “WAIT-,” he cried helplessly as Christy jumped off the wall. As he screamed Klyde managed to lift his rifle up, shooting at the zombies below them. Crushing the roof of a car Christy casually tossed Klyde back towards the wall as she quickly sliced through a wall of zombies. Quickly regaining himself Klyde fired at point blank range into numerous zombies around him before he drew the sword at his hip, slicing numerous zombies superficially.
“Aim through them Boy,” Christy laughed as she began to spin in circles forcing her lethal arcs ever outwards in a trail of blue Mana. Taking heed Klyde stepped inwards as he sliced, the very first one slicing through the rotted bodies of two in front of him. “That’s it Boy, that’s it! Stay close to the wall so they can’t get behind you!”
“There’s too many of them,” Klyde called out in terror as he sliced through several more as he got the hang of it. Three more came, then four then five as the everlasting wall seemed to close in on him. “CHRISTY-,” he began before his entire field of vision was cut off by a flash of light and intense heat. When he lowered his arms everything around him including the wall around him was charred completely save a five foot radius around him.
“Toss me your rifle Boy, I’m going to have a look at who it is they dropped.”
“Here, just be careful with it I’m useless without it.” Unslining his rifle from his shoulder Klyde tossed to her as she placed her Chainsaw on the ground.
“IF we survive I’m going to work on that with you.” Turning her back to him Christy chanted softly to herself before forcing her palms forward.
“Cid how the hell did this many just sneak up on us,” a woman sneered as she cycled her bolt.
“The hell should I know, just protect the wall and Klyde if you can.”
“What about that thing,” the same woman questioned with disgust.
“She’s dead already so assume she can take care of herself.” All along the wall the guards kept raining gun fire down onto the Zombies bellow. Round after round Cid kept a close eye on Klyde as he sliced through zombies that made it past Christy and his protective over watch. As he returned to aim around Klyde he found that his scope was blocked. Bringing his rifle up to wipe his scope the entire wall was doused with it; blood.
“What the fuck,” Cid yelled as he shielded his face from the heavy winds laced with blood. Feeling the crimsons moisture leaving the air he quickly wiped his face and took aim at the Metallic figure. Despite the previous sense of keeping his mouth closed it slowly hung downwards. 250 meters away he watched as the thing decimate the undead around it with eight long cables protruding from its back, each one producing a long and thin jet of Mana. Bright blue light and flashes of blood erupted all around it as it slowly glided closer towards the wall.
A blinding light caused everyone to shield their eyes; although it was a short lived flash the intensity of the brightness brought about daylight for a brief moment. Carefully removing his protective shield from his eyes Klyde lowered his arms and quickly scanned the area. Nothing stood alive and air held the burned death of hundreds of smoldering remains. As he looked up he could see Christy far ahead of him now by at least 100 feet.
“Damn it Christy,” he muttered to himself as the feeling of uselessness grew in him without his rifle. After a quick scan of the ground he locked onto her chainsaw and ran over. As he grabbed it he couldn’t help but feel amazed at the very deceiving light-weight. Getting up he quickly cautiously but quickly made his way towards her.
“So then, it’s the CORPSE Princess herself,” Christy belted as she struggled to control her laughter behind her grin.
“Verified, off-record prompted. I’m here to take you back, drop your weapon or I’ll be forced to re-kill you.”
“HAHA! Don’t make me laugh Cosima!” As Christy laughed the figure known as Mona reared her cables up into the air ready to strike.
“Without your CAGE you don’t stand a chance against me La-.”
Phew! Phew! Instantly Mona’s cables intercepted the rounds Christy fired at her; swatted away easily. “Shut up Princess, it time for the real world to catch up to you.” Christy quickly brought up the rifle to her shoulder and fired more rounds at Mona, each and every single round failing to strike home. She watched the cables rise and fired one last shot at her head before turning and running.
“Running will do you no good,” Mona called out before her cables stabbed forward, extending rapidly towards Christy. Looking behind her Christy fired a quick and well aimed shot, hitting one of the cables right at the edge before the blade and causing it to veer off. Quickly dropping to the ground and rolling Christy sprung back up, firing more round as the remaining cables collided with the wall with a most violent impact.
“FUCK! EVERYONE MOVE NOW,” Cid yelled as he felt the weight of his body transition on the floor beneath him. Pushing off with one leg into a leap Cid managed to land on the stairs and instantly began to fly down them as the wall began to crumble. “DON’T STOP! GET TO THE BOATS!”
“CHRISTY,” Klyde yelled at her as he finally caught up with her.
“You might want to run the other way Boy,” she replied as she quickly ran past him and towards the rubble that used to be the wall. Looking back Christy took a quick stance to fire more rounds at Mona who continued to glide slowly towards them. Taking heed to her warning Klyde sprinted as fast as he could as he carefully avoided rubble and bodies.
“Christy, wanna trade,” he called out between breaths as he climbed through the rubble and down the other side where she was waiting for him. With a quick nod Christy snatched her weapon from Klyde as she nearly punched Klyde’s Rifle into his chest.
“Listen carefully to me Boy, the thing that’s about to burst through the rubble is another CORPSE and is particularly dangerous in her CAGE. You have an Anti-Cage rifle so your rounds will kill her. Any open shots you take it understand?”
“Yeah, but what do you mea-,” he started as flashes of orange light rapidly sliced through the rubble until Mona glided through the smoke and dust. Klyde gulped hard as he stared through his Holographic sight, the red dot placed on her faceless head. He couldn’t help but feel in awe as if he were staring at something majestic like a marble statue but the lethality of it caused him to slowly back away.
“Young man you have nothing to worry about; I’m here for her, not you.” Her voice even through a hidden speaker of some kind was so graceful that Klyde found himself frozen in awe.
“You IDIOT, MOVE,” Christy called out to him. Snapping to his senses Klyde gritted his teeth and squeezed the trigger. The sound of metal impacting metal shook Klyde as he turned his back to run.
“I’m sorry but you can’t take her.” Klyde ran as he kept his rifle vaguely pointed at her, continuing to fire off rounds. Suddenly something wrapped around Klyde’s ankle and yanked his leg back. Falling face first in to ground Klyde was quickly dragged back and hoisted upside down in the air. Coming face to faceless he shook in terror as he quickly realized Mona had him in one of her cables.
“I’m not going to kill you, but realize I have to remove you from the situation for your own good.” Once again her hauntingly pleasant voice was hugely offseted by the giving situation and made no difference in calming Klyde.
“What are you going to do- WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Klyde screamed as he flailed his arms around having been tossed by Mona far into the air. He watched as he flew over Christy and the buildings that the town’s survivors had taken refuge in. He watched as a small fleet of yachts and boats came into sight with many of them already having casted off. “ARE YOU KIDDING-,” he began only to end with a painful splash into the frigid sea. Regaining himself under water Klyde made sure he had his rifle before he started to kick his legs until his head broke the surface.
“Oh Grixis, that was YOU KLYDE,” Cid yelled out from the only remaining boat in the docks. “Someone throw him a line already!” Bill came to the side of the ship in hurry as he twirled the knotted end in the air before tossing it over Klyde’s head.
“Grab it Klyde,” Bill called out as Klyde thrusted as much of his body forward out of the water in a sort of half leap. Grabbing the rope and pulling it tightly against his body the Cid, Bill and a few others pulled Klyde towards the boat where Cid reached down and grabbed him.
“Where’s Christy,” Klyde asked as Bill grabbed his other arm and the pair hoisted him onto the deck.
“Fighting that thing, we’re getting out of here,” Cid responded as he fired up the engine. “We were waiting as long as we could for you to make it here so now we’re leaving.”
“Wait, I’m not leaving without her!” Klyde quickly stood up, pointing his barrel downwards to let it drain of water.
“Klyde we’re not going to stay here and wait for a monster just to end up sinking by another one,” Bill replied. His words shook Klyde internally and his demeanor quickly changed. Running towards the dock he jumped over the edge and onto the pier and ran along it as his boots thudded hard against the wood. “Klyde, don’t do it!”
“Cast off already,” Klyde yelled back as he turned quickly, taking one long breath shortly before firing a carefully aimed shot, snapping the mooring line and causing the small boat to drift. Turning his attention back towards the fight Klyde watched as Mona stabbed repeatedly at Christy whom can only parry the blows with her chainsaw. Running towards them Klyde brought his rifle up to aim, watching his reticle swing back and forth over his target widely like a pendulum.
“You really are a pain in the ass after all,” he heard Christy growl as she struggled to push back the four of the Mana blades Mona pressed against her chainsaw. Klyde watched as the other four cables began to extend from behind her back.
Fuck! Klyde exhaled deeply and with it seemingly all the feel in his body. His head emptied suddenly deprived of any conscious thought. He could tell he was still running, but he couldn’t feel his legs kick off against the ground as his eyes played for his blank canvas the events unfolding in front of him. His red reticle continued to sway back and forth slower and slower until he watched it sat still squarely on the center of his target. He didn’t feel his finger slowly squeeze the trigger or heard the distinctive phew of his rifle. He watched as a large dent grow on the shoulder armor of his target as it began to slide sideways from the impact; it was only Mona’s innocent voice screaming in pain that brought him too.
“Watch it Boy,” Christy called out as she caught the stumbling Klyde in an arm and quickly helping him regain his footing. “You could have left with them Boy,” Christy remarked, quickly glancing over at him who stood in a text book low-ready, his body squared off to his target with the butt of his rifle pressed slightly into the bottom of his shoulder with the rifle pointed down at the ground.
“Hell if you didn’t eat me yet then I guess I can use the company of a naked seven foot tall woman.” Klyde shot Christy a glance and started to grin not in her usual way, but as if she were beaming deviously.
“Works for me Boy, remember what I said, take all open shots and try not to shoot me with that thing.”
“Just one question,” Klyde asked as he brought his rifle to a high ready, “there’s someone in there isn’t it?”
“She’s dead Klyde,” Christy answered as she took up a stance.
“Even so, I’m not going to kill her.” His statement caused Christy to raise a brow at him.
“So what are YOU going to do Boy? You can’t expect us to beat her WITHOUT killing a dead person do you? Please don’t make this into one of those mangas please.”
“Well I’m going to shoot at her and you’re going to help me tear those damn cables out.” Christy’s normal grin returned after a moment of shock, returning her focus at their adversary as she regained her composure.
“I’m sorry, but now you leave me no choice,” Mona called out towards Klyde, her voice slightly trembling. Without warning Mona dashed forward at lighting speed, causing Klyde to panic shot numerous time, each time swatted away by one of her cables.
“Oh no you don’t,” Christy yelled as she swung in a huge arc in front of Klyde. Struggling to slow down Mona skidded, bringing her cables in front of her in a instinctive cover-all block. The force of the collision with Christy’s swing caused Mona to slide backwards as Klyde fired repeatedly. His first few shots created dents in the cables but as he kept firing several began to spark and then broke off.
“Damn it no,” Mona cried as she realized what had happened. Quickly replacing her fallen cables with a few of the reserve ones she prepared to dash again.
Mana Generators detected above,” her HUD softly called out as arrows began to point upwards. Quickly looking up Mona watched as Christy dove right at her chainsaw first. Again she brought up her cables instinctively but this time Christy found her mark. Just above Mona’s blades she shoved down with her chainsaw in a thrust, cleaving two more cables and slicing into the other large shoulder-guard armor.
“You’re useless Mona, you always were and always will be,” Christy called out before she swung again, this time parried by one of only three remaining cables. Pushing off with her parry; Mona slid backwards to put space between her and Christy until she felt her left leg suddenly dig into the ground and causing her to spin around once.
Sever damage detected, left leg unit. Mobility reduced. Mona looked down at her left leg and right where her ankle was she could see a very large impact dent. Upon wiggling her foot she found to her terror that some of the metal had actually cut into her ankle and she screamed out again.
“Father, I can- I can’t do this! They’re too much for me,” she screamed inside her helmet.
“Hold on Mona I’m sending-.”
Klyde watched as Mona fell to the ground being thrown by the impact of Klyde’s shot. His insides almost evacuated out of his throat as his hands shook in terror. He watched as she laid there unmoving until he couldn’t hold it anymore. Running towards her he pushed his rifle by the butt over his shoulder and sprinted towards her. Sliding to her side Klyde looked at the metallic figure in front of him. On the side of her head he found the cause of his guilt; his round had severely crushed her helmet causing a large spider web like fractures across it.
“Wait Boy,” Christy yelled as she ran quickly towards him. “DON’T TAKE OFF HER HELMET!” His hands moving on their own Klyde found that the impact of his round had loosened her helmet and began to pull it off of her slowly. “NO!” As Klyde pulled it up he started to move it away from her face and promptly dropped it as he stared at her face with his mouth wide open. He hear Christy stop right behind him, but he couldn’t pay her an attention.
The face he looked it was so calm and serene that it continually sucked the breath out of him and locking his body. Her skin was very fair but not pale covering a very soft and delicate face highlighted by her long, silky and wavy light brown hair that seemed wet but was dry to the touch.
“What does she look like Boy,” Christy angrily muttered to Klyde’s surprise.
“You can’t see her,” Klyde responded as he shifted over to the side.
“Just answer me damn it.” Her coldness gripped on Klyde’s shoulders as he shook his head for a moment.
“She looks in short like a person of mixed decent. Her eyes seem to have that eastern curve to them along with her face but her skin is almost as light as yours. Her hair is long… kind of wavy and looks like it’s kind of wet but it’s dry to the touch.” Christy stared angrily at her face, gritting her teeth hard before she suddenly looked away.
“Shoot her now Boy, before she wakes up.”
“What? I can’t shoot her! She’s helpless right now.” Christy turned and glared at Klyde.
“You’re lying Boy. You can’t shoot her because you don’t want to!”
“Of course I don’t she’s-.”
“The most beautiful person you’ve ever seen I KNOW,” Christy growled as she fired up her chainsaw and marched over to the helpless body of Mona, rearing it up as her yell foretold her strike. She yanked downwards to strike but her arms couldn’t move as she glared angrily at Mona’s face. “It’s because of you bitch, I lost everything…” Christy slurred with a mixture of pure hatred and sadness. “FUCK YOU,” she finally yelled as she rapidly sliced at Mona before walking away.
“We’re taking her with us Boy, guess who’s carrying her useless body.”

= Chapter 4 =

Damn it… ugh… Klyde followed closely behind Christy as they walked along the edge of a road and right next to a tree line. He panted heavily as he struggled to keep his cargo balanced a top his shoulder. His shoulder was sore from carrying her since the night before and couldn’t take it anymore.
“Tell me again why we can’t stop to take a break? I doubt any undead besides you and her are even around.”
“You wanted to keep her alive so you get to carry her Boy. We’re not stopping for a while.” Klyde sighed loudly in protest.
“Can you at least tell me why?” Turning around and shooting him a quick glare Klyde quickly backed off the topic and turned his head. Shifting her body again on his shoulder he felt her body move slightly. Unsure whether or not it wasn’t from his body walking he paid it no attention.
“…Ugh…ohh… huh-HUH,” a familiar soft spoken voice cried out in shock. Immediately she began to wiggle, squirm and struggle as Klyde fought to hang onto her unsure of how to react. “Let me go,” she demanded as she began to pound Klyde in the back of the head. Dropping her Klyde reached for the back of his head as she rolled forward during her drop and landing on her back. Faster than she could react Christy was on top of her pinning her shoulder with one hand and a hand gun pointed straight Mona’s head.
“Well good morning to you too Princess,” Christy spoke slyly, her face beaming with how much she was savoring the terrified look on Mona.
“WHOA wait Christy, you two DO know each other,” a dumbfounded Klyde asked as he quickly reached their sides, looking down at booth of them.
“I’m much more than familiar with Princess Mona Cosima, the PRIDE and JOY of that backstabbing lunatic-.”
“My father is NOT a Lunatic,” Mona quickly retaliated as she struggle to throw Christy off of her to no avail. “I don’t what she’s done to trick you but you have to get out of here, she’s not to be trusted!” It took a few moments to sink in that she was referring to him, snapping Klyde out of it from starring down at the two of them.
“I have my reasons to trust Christy Ms. Mona… but I have to ask you why did you attack us?”
“It’s no use Boy, I can tell you everything she’d say-.”
“Like how you are the single handedly most dangerous CORPSE with the highest body count on Grixis?” Looking at Klyde along with her prey item Christy smirked at him almost proudly.
“Well, somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” KIyde responded with a hint of nervousness riding his slightly shaky voice. Christy lifted her upper body up as she looked Klyde and it was all that Mona needed. Quickly rearing up Mona latched her hands onto Christy’s small shoulders and rolling them both to the side and quickly throwing herself on top of Christy.
“Run, go now! Get away from this monster,” Mona yelled as she pushed down on Christy with all her might. She heard footsteps on the gravel and rocks however they were slow and approaching her. Looking over Mona stare wide eyed as Klyde crouched down on his tip-toes next to them.
“She’s not a monster Ms. Mona, can you please get off of my friend?” Mona stared at him with her mouth slightly open. She searched his face and eyes repeatedly only to find nothing.
“Alright and… you can just call me Mona. What’s your name- whoa,” she asked in surprise as she was suddenly tossed to the side effortlessly like a stuffed toy lying on a child. Quickly sliding away Mona watched as her monster in question rose up, towering over her.
“Just call him Boy, it suits him,” Christy remarked as she grinned at him at first before she snatched him by his collar and violently yanked him close to her; her face not even an inch away from his. “I am a monster, Boy. Don’t ever forget that. Get her up we’re moving.” Letting him go Christy picked her chainsaw and rested it on her shoulder as she walked ahead of them.
“…I didn’t catch your name…” Mona quietly stated as Klyde blatantly stared at Christy’s naked body.
“Oh sorry Mona, my name is Klyde R. Strauss.” Extending his hand to her complete with a smile Mona looked at his hand at first until she cautiously extended her own towards his. To her curious amusement he gently took a hold of hers and shook it several times before letting go. “And Mona… I’m really sorry for shooting you in the head…”
“…At least you didn’t kill me,” Mona added cautiously. “He made that shot…?”
“That’s how I feel about Christy, come on we better go,” they stood up together and as they turned and quickly followed behind Christy.
“So Klyde… do you find that Monster attractive…?” Klyde quickly found himself snapping out of it again as he turned to answer her question.
“Well to be honest… I was just trying to figure out where the gun she pointed at your head came from… and where it currently resides.”
“Oh,” Mona quickly responded as her light cheeks began to flood with red.

As the sun hovered high above Christy broke the otherwise day’s norm of silence.
“We’re coming up on a small town, be on alert Boy.” Nodding pointlessly Klyde stretched before he returned his rifle in front of him by reaching over his back and pulling it. His rifle traveled with its sling until he had it in his hand’s in his typical low-ready while Christy kept walking along with her chainsaw propped against her shoulder.
“Stopping for supplies this time Christy?” Klyde gently nudged his stomach with his rifle as he suddenly felt the repercussions of not having anything to eat for days, twisting his stomach as it stretched.
“What’s the matter, hungry Boy,” Christy replied in a familiar tone that sent shivers down Klyde’s spine.
“Well…yeah. The only thing I had in the past few days was water… and I did carry Mona all night…not that you’re heavy!” Klyde quickly glanced over at Mona with his emergency add on, but she had already looked away from him. Taking the quick chance to give her body a quick examination Klyde paused on her left ankle. “Mona, does your leg hurt at all?”
“Can you tell…” her voice trailed off as she looked down at her leg where she eyed the rip in her skin tight suit and onto the cut surrounded by dry blood. “My feet too…” Looking down at her feet Klyde quickly realized that she had been walking this entire time without any footwear. His already hurting stomach quickly attempted to punch him in the face from guilt. Moving into front of her Klyde turned his back and bent down slightly.
“Let me carry you then until we at least find some shoes for you.” Mona looked at Klyde again and searched his face once more for any sign of deceit before she leant forward and cautiously pressed herself against his back, her forearms separating their bodies.
“Alright… so what do I do?”
“Just stick your arms in front of my head from both sides and when you feel the bump just hand on with your arms and lift your legs up just a bit.” Doing as she was told Mona slid her arms past Klyde’s head, still cautious of touching his body.
“What bump- HUH,” she yelped in shock as Klyde drove his rear into her in a bump as he pull her arms forward before breaking into a light jog to catch up to Christy who was peering through a window to a building. Hearing them she turned to face them for a moment before she returned her attention inside.
“It’s your lucky day would-be-solider Boy,” she sneered as she walked towards the front door and pushed it in.
“Why’s that,” he asked her as he followed her into the building, carefully wading in as he looked around.
“This town was filled with hunters it would seem… You have nothing against stealing do you- oh wait never mind,” Christy joked as she eyed Klyde’s small weapon load out. “I’m going to get a few things, I suggest putting together a REAL load out for yourself and Useless over there.” Disappearing behind around the aisle Christy just barley dodged Mona’s glare who slid off Klyde’s back.
“Klyde, get your stuff first… then-.”
“You need shoes now, I’ll get stuff along the way.” Staying along the left side of the store Klyde walked down the aisle as he eyed various types of clothing. Christy was right after all; every item was related to outdoor and hunting from camouflaged jackets of every kind to boots.
“Boots…” he thought to himself as he quickly scanned for through numerous boxes before he brought one over to her. “Hold on, take a seat you’re going to need socks too before you put those on. If you need anything just yell something.” Klyde rose up and started to walk down the aisle promptly as he searched for socks.

After some time after Klyde disappeared behind a different aisle Mona quickly took a careful look at her ankle. To her dismay the pain that plagued her ankle during her long walk intensified at the sight. Taking her attention away from her ankle as if to help ignore the pain, she looked in front of her and caught a glimpse of herself in an old mirror. She watched herself breath heavily to stifle the pain; observing her own body for signs of another injury potentially lying in wait.
“Hey,” Klyde softly spoke as he gently tapped her shoulder, “you’re in luck they had a few pairs of small.” Placing one pair in her out stretched hands Klyde set a backpack onto the small bench she sat on and threw in a few extra pairs into the main pouch. Looking over at Mona he couldn’t help but to chuckle slightly as she stared at it in amusement. “You’ve never worn socks before have you?”
“Well…not that I remember,” she replied while trying to separate the wool socks from the flimsy cardboard backing.
“Here, let me then.” Taking the pair back Klyde quickly pulled the socks from the packaging, the small plastic fastener popping off with a snap! Handing them back to her separately so avoid further confusion he started his explanation. “These are socks; you wear them on your feet by pulling your feet through them.”
“Oh…ok.” Mona stretched the opening of the mysterious object and slid her right foot into it and pulling up on it until it stretched out until there was no slack left. Repeating the process for her left foot she carefully slid it over her injured ankle, gently biting her lip in preparation of pain which in relief none came.
“Alright, now these are called boots, they go over your feet when you’re wearing socks.” Klyde took each boot and loosened them to the point of almost becoming unlaced before holding them wide open for her one foot at a time.
“So what will these do,” Mona asked as she carefully slid her right foot into the boot.
“These will help keep your foot warm for one,” Klyde began as he pulled the laces gently until the boot enveloped her foot snuggly, “and two they’ll protect your feet so you can walk, run, jump, all without hurting yourself.” Tying the laces for her to save the time of teaching her Klyde stood up and took a quick look around before standing. “Alright, when your up to it stand up and tell me how it feels.”
Seeing no reason to object Mona followed his instructions and stood up, her feet cushioned with the pleasant sensation of being tightly hugged. Taking a few steps around she found to her delight that it was indeed much easier to do so now.
“They feel great, thank you Klyde.” Mona smiled at Klyde and he could almost feel the store grow warmer and brighter.
“You’re welcome Mona, now we have more things to get.”

After twenty minutes or so Klyde and Mona returned to the front of the store and under Klyde’s warning stayed out of sight to the outside world. Setting down a large hiking pack Klyde quickly took a second inventory of his findings as he tossed everything one by one back into the pack.
“Three canteens, three ponchos…”
“You only need one of everything, Boy.” Looking up he found Christy standing there with a hand casually resting on her hip as she watched him. “You forget that the dead doesn’t need water boy, or protection from the elements.” Christy smirked suggestively as she shifted her posture, quickly drawing Klyde’s attention to her hips. Instead of being greeted by what he had considered her normal image he was greet by something unfamiliar. He quickly scanned her body up and down to find a unfamiliar sight; instead of her bare skin he found that she now wore denim overalls and boots.
“Klyde,” Mona quietly whispered into his ear, “You’re staring again.” Christy immediately broke out into laughter.
“You honestly think I care if Boy Wonder over here looks? I have nothing to be ashamed of Princess. Don’t tell me you’ve been locked up all this time and not once have thought of-.”
“OKAY moving on!” Klyde quickly interjected as he got up and quickly started walking through a large hole in the wall connecting the two buildings. “Come on I think Mona could use a weapon… and some more clothes…” They watched together as Klyde disappeared into the next building and the moment he did their temporary truce ended.
“I don’t trust you at all, Doctor. I just want to let you know that. I’m watching you and the moment you even give a hint of harming Klyde I find a way to kill you” Mona sharply stabbed.
“I’d love to see you try Mona and when you do, that Boy won’t stop me from fornicating into your dead body as I devour your heart and rid this world of your curse.” They stared at each other, Mona glaring angrily as Christy continued to smirk suggestively. “You don’t even know the whole story about your own life so I’d focus that first.”
“I know everything Doctor. I know of all those innocent people you killed and then devoured; of all the people living and other wise you’ve slept with in pursuit of your goal of becoming-.”
“Hey I found the weapons,” Klyde’s voice echoed from the other building. “Where are you two?”
“Which is why I’ll be protecting Klyde,” Mona stated as she turned her back and walked through the hole and looked around, calling out to Klyde.
“Everything you know Mona, is a lie.”

“Hey why are you grabbing that,” Klyde asked Christy as she clicked a pistol belt around her waist and reached for a new handgun.
“CORPSEs run using a minimum of a Mana Generator and Recyclers, which can be found in any number of objects Boy. However Azreal uses a VERY powerful Mana Generator with distinctive large intakes.”
“Ok…” Klyde replied as he cluelessly watched Christy loading up numerous magazines with pistol rounds.
“Ok in short if I use Azreal, anyone with Mana detecting equipment will find us and unfortunately I was brilliant enough to include that in the design of – well in any case it’s apparent that mad-man is really trying to kill me; worst yet we have the only person he’s ever truly cared about with us so we’re standing proudly at the top of the †˜fuck us please we love it’ list.”
Klyde’s eyes widened in terror, “You’re serious is it really that bad Christy?”
“If you don’t believe me,” Christy started as she started attaching a holster to her pistol belt and then secured it to her leg, “as Mona.” The moment Klyde looked over to Mona she only offered a weak smile to him.
“Well damn… that sucks.”
“Which is why we need to start moving soon Boy, go find her some clothes. We can’t have her walking around in a skin tight CAGE suit and boots.”
“But you can walk around naked,” Mona snapped in reply.
“Yes I can, but we have to try to blend in… for now.”
“I don’t think that’ll be possible with you…” Klyde added as he started to slowly tip-toe out of the store.

“Well how bout’ this one,” Klyde asked as he lifted a dress up high to cover his eyes. After feeling a tug taking the dress from him Klyde turned around and dropped to one knee as he readied his rifle in a low stance. “Did you find ones that you like Mona?”
“I did but, promise you won’t look?”
“I promise, just let me know when you’re done ok?”
“Alright,” she replied as she slowly and cautiously removed the only clothes she’s ever known and gently tossing the skin tight suit to the side. Following Klyde’s instructions she dressed herself for the first time as he guided her through it all while keeping her trust in the right hands despite the overwhelming urge. Her new clothe items sent new pleasant sensations to her head while she fumbled about with what Klyde called a †˜bra’.
“Klyde I don’t understand how to…”
“You have to clasp the little hooks together to get it to stay on. Then you adjust it to fit you right…”
“Alright, I think I got it… and this †˜dress’, I just slip it on right and I’ll be fully dressed?"
“Yeah… so have you never worn normal clothes before,” Klyde asked as he continued to put all his effort at the task at hand. Following his latest instruction she pulled the dress over her head and it naturally fell down around her, resting gently on her shoulders. Looking down at her body to her delight her body was finally dressed and after a quick check to ensure nothing would be revealed she finally answered Klyde’s question.
“No but…how does it look,” she asked nervously while moving her arms up to her chest and crossing them. Standing and turning, Klyde’s mouth hung uncontrollably as he took in her new image. Although her skin tight clothing she wore since the pulled her from her armor revealed all her curves and left little to imagination, the creamy white dress she wore now seemed as if it were designed specifically for her. Exposing her shoulders, arms and just below her knees down to the boots they picked out for her.
“You look beautiful Mona…” Klyde managed to mutter loud enough for Mona to hear; blushing uncontrollably as Klyde stayed breathless. Mona turned head to the side, looking down as she brought her hands to her face.
“So he couldn’t be lying then… no matter what SHE says…” Turning her attention back to Klyde she found him still blatantly staring at her and her face grey even redder. “Um Klyde…” Unaware of his surroundings Klyde didn’t notice Christy stood behind him, her brow raised in annoyance. Grabbing his cheek in a powerful pinch she promptly dragged back outside of the store.
“Let’s go Boy before you die of blood loss. You better hurry too.” Taking heed Mona hopped down the stairs and out the door where Klyde sat in the bed of an old pick-up truck while Christy stood outside the driver side door. “You’re sitting with me Useless.”
“Why’s that Big Head,” Mona replied as she smiled happily to further drive in Christy’s annoyance.
“Get in the truck before I haul you around naked with me.”

=Chapter Five=

Klyde rested his back against the back of the cab as they continued to drive off down the narrow two lane highway surrounded by a wall of green on both sides. For hours they drove at the same pace without anyone talking to each other. Too long.
Knock! Knock! Klyde waited patiently turned around and resting on his knees. He heard them talking now which quickly turned into an argument he couldn’t make out from the sound of the wind rushing past him. He could definitely make out Christy shouting now and he sudden felt pangs of guilt.
“I guess they really don’t like each other… but why? You’d think two undead woman would be on the same side…” The sound of the small rear door sliding caught his attention and he quickly paid attention as Christy turned her head in Mona’s disapproval while driving.
“What do you want Boy?”
“I just wanted to know how you two were doing, I am rather bored out here… with no one to talk too.”
“Hah,” Christy remarked while she returned her focus to the road ahead. “You can learn a lot from silence Boy.”
“What do you mean,” he asked while he poked his head into the cab. Christy glimpsed into the rear view mirror and smirked wordlessly, causing Klyde to quickly back out nearly in time as the suddenly slowed down quickly enough for Klyde to become weightless while slow enough to avoid screeching tires. Pressing his arms against the cab he managed to slow his body to a mild impact, falling back into the bed from the impact where he decided to watch the ever darkening skies in silence

The truck slowed and turned followed by a sudden decline and gone the smoothness of pavement. Sitting up for the first time in what seemed forever Klyde slid his back against the cab and watched the road quickly disappear from view, quickly overtaken by trees until it was completely out of site.
“Hey, how are you doing Klyde?”
“Alright, just bored for the first time in a while,” he replied as he turned his head to peer inside the cab. The pleasantness of Mona’s face effortlessly brought a smile to Klyde’s whom had unbuckled her seat belt to turn to face him.
“She said we’re gonna stop soon so hold on kay?”
“Alright just let me know-,” he started as the truck came to a sudden stop causing them both to smash into the cab and dashboard respectively, “when…ugh…”
“Now Boy, let’s get set up for the night…I’m hungry.” Christy opened the door casually while smirking at Mona who rubbed her head unnoticing. Walking around to the bed of the truck she grinned at Klyde who already managed to sit up. “I assume you have something to keep you warm. There won’t be any fires tonight.”
“I was worried you were going to say that,” Klyde replied as he turned his attention to Mona who walked outside and almost immediately began to shiver. “Could we for-.”
“Not only no but hell no Boy. If you’re worried about someone dead dying from the elements then you must be an idiot.”
“Well if it does attract undead that just means food for you, I mean you MUST be hungry.” Christy’s demeanor flipped on a dime as her eyes scrutinized him for a few moments. Klyde did the same albeit much less intense as he looked right into her crimson eyes in the feeble attempt to get inside her head.
“Alright Boy but you’re doing everything and if I were you,” she said as she leant forward and whispered into his ear while her eye narrowed on Mona “try to fight your pitiful human impulses towards her Boy. I have my secrets but she’s not even aware of hers.”
“Will you tell us then,” he whispered back to her knowing what the answer will be. He could feel the night’s cold air blowing across his face and arms and decided it was better to worry about it later. “Mona don’t worry I’m going start a fire, stay with the truck alright?” Shivering with arms crossed and rubbing them quickly she only managed to nod in response to him and he quickly started collecting fallen branches in the dark. After several minuets he sat them all into a pile ten feet away from the truck and promptly cleared the area of leaves and brush using the remaining glimpses of natural light.
Reaching into his hiking bag he produced a metal bar and held it over the leaves he had dropped onto the center of his branches and small logs.
“So how do you make fire,” Mona asked him as he grabbed his E-tool attached to his pack and placed the edge of it onto the metal bar.
“Why is it that she doesn’t know… anything? She’s so terrifying in that armor that Christy called a †˜CAGE’ but without it… she’s just…” Klyde quickly shook his head to clear such thoughts from his mind as they didn’t truly matter at the moment. He already decided what he was going to do tonight.
“One of the many ways anyways ha-ha,” he finally replied to her as her shivering reminded him to focus on his task. Forcing his E-tool across the metal bar sparks immediately leapt from the bar and onto the loose leaves and kindling which almost instantly began to smolder as hot embers. Reacting quickly Klyde bent down to it and cupped the embers, blowing into them until the white billowing smoke gave way to the anticipated flames.
Looking to his side he saw Mona was sitting on her rear leaned back and he quickly realized that she probably fell backwards from the sudden eruption of sparks and then again from the flame. Once again the familiar questions began to flood his mind and immediately began to combat it.
“Take it slow Klyde, I don’t need to bombard her with questions…” The rushing questions were drained out with his deep sigh as he stretched his arms upwards and into a yawn before sitting down in front of his work crossed legged, holding his hands outwards towards the fire and letting it’s radiating heat warm him.
“Seems like you are quite the survivor Boy,” Christy stated as she walked up to them standing next to Klyde as she rested her hand on her hip again in what to Klyde at least seemed to be a typical pose of hers.
“I wouldn’t think so,” he responded, “I think I’m just a bit luckier than most.”
“HAH!” Her sudden outburst startled both Klyde and Christy as they looked up at her. “I’d say that fits your bill Boy, very much so.” Christy plopped straight down onto the ground and kicked her legs, laying down onto the bare ground while resting her head into her hands. It was the perfect chance.
“Christy I don’t think you’ve told me where it is exactly where we’re going and I highly doubt it’s a Haven.” Christy continued to lay there unmoving minus the rise and fall of her chest. Klyde turned his head at the sound of leaves ruffling along the ground to find Mona had crawled on her fours the short distance to him clearly interested in her answer. After some time in silence Christy finally sat up with her usual smirk.
“We’re going to NOCTURNE Boy.” For the first time in their short time knowing each other Klyde and Mona had unintentionally switched roles as Klyde was unknowing of the terror that was now gripping Mona.
“You CAN’T be serious,” she shouted while jolting upright. Klyde suddenly began to feel the chilled vibes from Mona. She was clearly terrified for the first time since they had met when Christy first attacked her without her CAGE. “What the heck are you going to do? Storm the entire-. “
“Oh yes Princess.”
“My name is MONA,” Mona yelled at her angrily.
“Hold on, Mona please don’t yell,” Klyde asked with a sense of worry as he constantly checked their surroundings with the aid of light from the fire. “We don’t need zombies to know we’re here.” Mona looked at him as her face easily showed how worried she was, particularly her eyes. They almost seemed as if they were ready to cry, and it didn’t suit her. “It’s going to be ok but please let’s try to keep our voices down yeah?” He tried his best to say that as friendly as he could and to his relief it seemed to work as Mona although still worried was able to smile and nod at him.
“I take it by the way you two were talking that NOCTURNE is probably some kind of base or even better a fortress am I right?” Christy’s smirk broke out into her grin from Klyde’s question.
“No Klyde,” Mona answered, “NOCTURNE is a City-Fortress which is guarded by CORPSEs, hundreds of thousands all with CAGEs. I think I suddenly know why that monster over there hasn’t killed me yet,” she quivered and shook despite the heat from the fire.
“Christy, you weren’t…”
“Princess over here is the only thing that lunatic cares about,” she replied.
“MY FATHER IS NOT A LUNATIC YOU-.”
“Mona, ”Klyde quickly interrupted as he gently but quickly through his hand over her mouth. “Please… shhh….” He felt his hand stifling her quick breaths from her soft lips until they began to slow and he promptly removed it despite his guilt of enjoyment. “Christy why are there so many CORPSEs at NOCTURNE?”
“Isn’t it obvious Boy? That’s where we’re created and could consider our prison and base of operations at the same time.”
“Prison AND a base? Well I guess you can’t have hundreds of thousands of Christy’s running around…” Klyde shot a glance at Mona to check on her and she looked away from him. “Can you tell me who her father is then Christy? The way you talk about him you must have known him, right?” Christy’s face soured from his question and Klyde suddenly felt like he should have stuck with his Christy’s advice and embrace science now that both of the women with him were in bad moods.
“Dr. Engel Grixis is the †˜credited’ creator of the entire CORPSE populous and the legitimate creator of the CAGE armor and systems; he now runs NOCTURNE as his personal base of operations and using his CORPSEs as enslaved soldiers.”
“It’s because of YOU! You, who went missing for four days only to be found devouring survivors in a neighboring city Dr. Latona.” Mona’s eyes held a fierce and hateful determination in her acquisitions. Klyde on the other hand stared at his companion in disbelief along with other emotions.
“Dr…Latona..?”
“Dr. Latona Christy Boy, Surgeon’s General. The world in all this shit we eat up and call life have forgotten forgot all about me. Dr. Engel was my partner and soiled my reputation and trapped me into this hideous body, betraying me entirely.”
“You don’t think you deserve anything my father did to you, Monster?”
“Let me ask you something Useless, is it he that told you everything?”
“Of course he is, I trust him with my entire life! He’s never given me reason not to and I owe him the life he gave me.” Finally returning to the ground Mona sighed in frustration, making sure to put Klyde between herself and Christy.
“That’s two mistakes you’re making Useless. You may think you know him but you don’t know him at all in fact tell me,” Christy leant forward, her face filled with sly intrigue, “tell me what he looks like.” Klyde felt his eyebrow raise on it’s own but he must have been giving the strangest look to Christy.
“What the hell is that going to prove,” he thought to himself while he turned his head to look at Mona.
With a sigh of disbelief her gentle voice finally spoke out, “He’s older; all his hair is already grey with long hair and a beard that touches his chest.” Almost immediately Christy broke out in quite laughter, holding her sides crossed armed to help keep herself under control.
“WHATS SO-.”
“No go on, go on. Keep describing him. Like for instance does he wear any sort of eye wear or have something… special, about his eyes?”
“Ok now this is getting weird. Just what kind of life do these two live at this place,” Klyde thought with little time to recover before Mona answered.
“He wears…’glasses’ I think it’s called. He can’t see so well so he has to wear them because he’s getting old. I don’t know what you’re finding so funny since you worked with him long before he saved me.” Throwing away all consideration Christy laughed; her deep smooth voice thundering throughout the trees.
“Oh Engel you’re so sick,” she managed to stammer out between her laughs. Klyde looked around again as terror gripped him and in sheer panic drove himself into Christy and pushed her back onto the ground as he landed on top of her.
“That’s enough Christy! Please for the love of Grixis keep your voice down and STOP MESSING WITH THE POOR GIRL!”
“Oh❤?” Klyde’s terror mixed quickly with other flooding emotions as he stared down into Christy’s face. Her usual smirk given into what he could only take as its actual, intimate form that completely accented her crimson eyes. “Who knew you had it in you, Boy❤”
“Please… we’re going to go through this together we can’t be fighting each other…” he managed to say as her smirk grew even more and more seductive.by the second. Her head moved quickly towards his and he flinched in panic, shutting his eyes only for them to shoot open when he felt sharp pressure on his ear along with the sensation of skin on his cheek.
“SHE’S… OH PLEASE NOT MY EAR THAT’S-,” his mind raced as he felt and heard her “shhhh…” him with her teeth still biting down on his ear in a nibble.
“DR. LATONA, no matter how many men you seduce you’re not going to unlock SUCCUUBUS!” For a moment Klyde imagined his body had frozen over as the sounds of growls resonating from deep in her throat. In a flash she rolled Klyde and slammed him by his shoulders back down on the ground, her attention ever focused on Mona as she continued to pin Klyde to the ground. From below her he could see her mouth and she gritting her teeth while he could still hear the growls now resonating from deep in her chest.
Pushing off his shoulders Christy stood up and walked away from them with her hands tightly curled into fists, “I’m going to get something to eat Boy try not to die on me.” They watched together as Christy walked off into the woods until her silhouette had completely disappeared behind the trees.
“Come on now’s our chance,” Mona said in a hushed voice while leaning towards Klyde, her hand resting on top of his. “You can make that thing move right? The †˜truck’? We can make our escape now.”
“You can if you want to Mona, I won’t stop you.” Mona’s eyes widened.
“How can you say that, you’re not scared of that monster?” Mona leaned even closer in disbelief. “She’s probably going to kill someone right now,” she protested.
“Mona I’m not going to out step your father’s information, but take mine in consideration. She could have killed me NUMEROUS times, she even STARTED to eat me once but she hasn’t attempted to kill me or eat me since the first time we met. Even then,” he began while beginning to shutter, “I don’t think she was ever really trying to…” He looked right into Mona’s face hoping her beauty could replace the haunting image of Christy’s expression.
“Then, I’ll stay with you then. I’ll help you if the monster tries to harm you.”
“She’s not a monster Mona, trust me on that one.”
“Despite how she treats you and her…mannerisms?”
“She’s my friend Mona, despite her tendencies.” Klyde let out a yawn and stretched out again, the heat from the fire made him too comfortable for the first time in weeks. Getting up he rested his back against the tire of the truck with legs sprawled out in front of him and his rifle resting at the low ready. He found his eyes had already closed on their own and shortly afterwards had fallen asleep.

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Jolting upright Klyde raised his rifle to a high ready as he scanned his surroundings quickly.
“What’s wrong Klyde,” Mona asked him startled by his sudden and violent awakening who was sitting close to him against the other truck wheel.
“Oh…sorry about that, just a nightmare Mona but, has Christy come back yet?” Mona shook her head slowly.
“No she hasn’t, you don’t think she left us do you?”
“No I don’t think so.” Groggily Klyde rose to his feet and gave the air a few light kicks as if were kicking rocks before unbuckling the sword at his hip and handing it to Mona. “It’s usually when I don’t listen to her that stuff goes terribly wrong for me. If anyone other than me or Christy shows up I want you scream and keep screaming until I come back ok?”
“Alright,” Mona replied as she reached for his sword and taking it. Turning around Klyde walked cautiously into the woods, taking his time to scan his surroundings with the quickly diminishing light from the camp fire. The further he walked into the woods the larger the trees had become and thicker the carpet of leaves grew as he crunched down on them softly.
“Christy…” he called out quietly as the familiar darkness had taken him far from their camp sight. “Christy…” He carefully began to switch to a stalking type walk and slowly moved through, letting his eyes adjust and listening carefully for any movements that weren’t his own. As the night’s breeze picked up Klyde shut his eyes and promptly rubbed them furiously to moisten them despite being sore from a lack of sleep.
After several minuets he finally ended his struggle with the darkness as he walked out into a clearing where the night sky and all its beauty lit his way. Looking around he found the clearing to be no more than fifty meters in all directions along with no sign of his intention.
“Maybe she really did leave us… fat chance of that,” he told himself out loud before pressing on, careful to keep a straight line from where he came from. “Christy…” he called out again to the woods and trees to no avail. Looking up at the sky he sighed in a bit of frustration before breaking out into a light jog until he crossed to the other side and penetrated the woods.
“Chris-,” he started only to catch on to very faint sounds that seemed to echo around him. Slowly he began to stalk towards the direction they seemed the loudest. “Christy…” he called out again, only to find himself coming closer as the sounds he heard grow louder. A larger tree caught his attention and something compelled although it strayed away from his straight line and walked towards it.
“Christy-.” He heard it; rustling along the leaves in the ground and quickly turned as he passed the tree he singled out moments earlier. In the moonlight he could clearly make out Christy lying face down in the leaves, her head pointing away from the tree as her spread legs faced towards the tree. His mouth hung open in amazement and pure absolute terror, his body instantly freezing up.
“She’s… out here in the open?!” He stared right at her face and thanked his god that her eyes were closed. He watched her mouth for several moments as it hung open, contracting and reopening with each of her uneven breaths before tracing her outline in the glow her skin reflected. He couldn’t tell if she was carless or just plain didn’t care because he couldn’t stop himself from watching despite the inherit danger he knew he was in.
“Ng… ah...❤…” Her breaths became louder as did her movements along the ground; leaves rustling under her bod as it slid, rose and came back down onto the ground and her arm that had taken refuge into the most intimate of places from beneath her. Klyde’s eyes continued to take in this image frame by frame as he slowly went along. His own throat had tightened and dried out his body trembling out from fear as her did for other reasons.
Suddenly out of nowhere, he felt it. The same feeling from before and is heart stopped as last time. Looking down back to her face his throat tightened tight enough to keep his stomach from going AWOL. Her big crimson eyes were staring at him in a annoyed and lazy fashion.
”Oh…..NO! How long has she been watching me?! Oh…God…oh God…GRIXIS HELP ME!” He couldn’t move. He couldn’t think clearly besides begging for help. “I know I’m totally fucked you don’t have to RUB IT IN!!!” … Apologies.
“Christy…I…” Words evading him Christy continued to stare at him with the lazy and annoyed expression and continuing her act despite the situation. Her eyes were locked onto his and despite her continuing actions her head laid completely still on inside planted to the ground. “I’m… I’ll just go…” Klyde took a step backwards slowly and the moment he did Christy’s expression began to change. He took another step backwards slowly and her face had grown from lazy annoying to unimaginable hatred. Replacing terror completely was a new emotion: mindless panic.
“I’M SORRY,” he managed to yell before breaking into an absolute sprint making a B line towards their camp. He dodged the trees, weaving between them and jumping over their roots as he ran. His chest seemed to have grown numb and enabled him seemingly breathless as he ran faster than he ever could before. In mere seconds he had already ran out into the clearing, the tall grass almost meaningless as he cut right through and ran straight into the darkness.
His boots were weightless as were his rifle as his mind stayed true to one path: getting out of there and making it back to Mona. Even in almost complete darkness he kept his speed to an all-out sprint as he collided with tree trunks and branches, stumbling over roots.
“Light, I see it!” He pushed even harder now that he had a lock onto his destination. Fifty meters…twenty meters…. twenty feet…
“KLYDE,” a startled Mona screamed as he broke out of the forest and into the light. Mona’s face his expression as she quickly rose to her feet, throwing herself at him as he struggles to stop himself from the momentum he had built up. Falling to the ground together Klyde quickly sat up, scooting them both back against the truck wheels where he had rested before, and hoping that this would all be a nightmare and he was sleeping still.
“KLYDE WHAT’S WRONG,” Mona asked still terrified of the unknown as she held onto his shoulders. His Breathless state had finally caught up to him as he gasped for breath in big heaving gulps from exhaustion and from terror. “Klyde!” Mona shouted, this time placing her hands firmly on his face and forcing him to look at her.
“Mona…” He focused on her face and slowly he began to calm as she gently smiled at him. His breath returned to him finally and he slumped against the tire in one finally sigh.
“What happened Klyde,” she asked him also now calm seeing he had finally calmed down.
“Remember when I said it’s when I don’t listen to her bad things happen?”
“Yes, I remember Klyde.”
“Yeah, I’m never doubting her again,” he sputtered out as his eyes began to close on their own. “And Mona, If she punches me, just let her ok?”
“Alright… if you say so,” she answered curious as to what could have possibly conspired just now.

=Chapter 6=


A gentle breeze blew across Klyde’s face bringing his consciousness one step closer to awakening where the warm rays of the sun took over.
“This…feels nice…” he thought, gripping onto active consciousness and pulling himself awake. He opened his eyes slowly and using them only scanned his surroundings. The fire was little more than a faint and gentle plum of white smoke drifting through the air from the burning embers. He moved to his upper body forward only to discover being weighed down on his right side.
Looking over to his shoulder he found the culprit fast asleep, Mona. Klyde’s face grew hot almost immediately; their faces not even an inch from each other.
“Oh Grix… she’s so beautiful…” Now in relative privacy Klyde was open to examine her face, his eyes not missing a single delicate feature. Her eyes which normally almost glow in a light hazel like brown were peacefully at rest surrounded by skin that had to be the smoothest he’s even seen without a single flaw. He felt her breath brush against his lips and unintentionally had synced his own breathing rhythm to hers.
Again and again he felt her breath and he forced himself to look back up at her face, her eyes were still closed. He leant forward for a moment before snapping back quickly.
“No, I can’ do this… it’s not right… Get up you idiot.” Gently Klyde retreated his shoulder from under Mona’s cheek and making sure her head rested up right on the truck wheel before standing up and stretching. “Did Christy come back?” He looked around and found her on the outskirts of their camp resting her back against a tree stump. Walking in her direction he kicked more dirt over the fire before walking completely towards her.
“Hey Christy are you awake, I’m sorry-,” he began only to find her asleep with blood surrounding her mouth. Following the blood trial down her neck he found the source, a squirrel. “It’s a start,” he joked quietly to himself as he reached into his pocket and took out a small rag and gently wiped her face and neck. “Christy… I really am sorry…” Getting up Klyde walked towards the other side of their small camp site and walked to the direction facing away from the road.
“Well damn I thought I knew this area,” he said as he took in the view. “I haven’t been here in years… I wish they could be with me now…” With a small sigh Klyde walked down to lakes edge of a small rocky shore line of pebbles and knelt down. Placing his hands in the water he was met with the freezing sensation of the lakes water before he lowered his face and splashing his face with it repeatedly.
He smiled as the shock of the cold water awoke him fully and stared down at the water beneath him watching his reflection in chaos slowly return to an almost perfect mirror. “Are we really going to make it to NOCTURNE, will I…” He took another deep sigh, closing his eyes to contemplate. “It’s been what now? Six months since I was… yeah that seems right.” Opening his eyes his mind reacted in seemingly slow motion as he realized the face he was staring into was not his own. It †˜s eyes were clouded with most of its cheeks rotted away.
“AH!” He fall backwards, his back colliding with something solid. Before having time to look up he was quickly seized up by his shoulders and spun around.
“We’re leaving now, Boy,” Christy commanded him in a quiet but harsh tone as she lead him back through the woods and towards the camp site.
“What’s going on?” Klyde asked her as he followed her in a light jog. “Oh great this can’t be good, she’s never like this.”
“You’ll see soon enough, Boy, now hurry up before I make you pay.” Not needing any further encouragement, Klyde stepped his pace and Christy quickly sped up as well.
“How did you know where I was?” he asked her as their jog slowly broke into a run.
“Toss me your rifle, you’re driving.” Taking heed to her request Klyde unslung his rifle and handed it to her as he brought his sped up to match hers, only for her to break into a sprint that would have put his last night’s escape meaningless. She leaped, nearly fifty feet and landed right in the truck bed and began to fire almost seamlessly from the direction they drove from yesterday.
“YOU’RE SHITTING ME, RIGHT?!” Klyde yelled as he broke out into a full sprint, running around the front of the truck. Looking down the road for a moment he watched as Christy calmly took out undead after undead.
“DRIVE BOY!” she yelled at him while taking a quick glance back. Ripping the door open, Klyde slammed the door closed and found that the truck had already been started and Mona was staring out the back. Releasing the break and putting it in drive, Klyde slowly drove back up the slight hill until they got back onto the road where he opened up the throttle, speeding off and leaving behind a trail of undead.
THUMP! THUMP! Opening the rear window Christy stuck her large head through; Klyde couldn’t handle her undivided attention.
“Yes...?”
“Don’t walk off without letting anyone know or I’ll be sure to go for your throat first Boy, it’s my favorite part to eat first because you can REALLY feel the life drain away in two separate ways BOY.” Klyde felt his throat tighten again along with his grip on the steering wheel.
“How- how did you know where to find me…?” She leant in close, invading his peripheral and obliterating any level of comfort.
“I can smell you Boy, where ever you are, and how close you are. Don’t forget it,” she menacingly whispered into his ear, nipping his ear lobe with her teeth hard enough that blood drew and began to trickle down his cheek. All to drive her point in. “Keep it under Forty Boy, we need to conserve the gas this old piece of junk runs on.”
“Alright but, where do-.”
“Keep heading east, when the sun starts to go down again pull over off the road. Stop for nothing and no one unless I say to.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he quickly replied to her. Her sternness eventually grew back into a small quick smirk before she retreated out into the bed of the truck, slamming the little window-door closed behind her.

“Man this sucks…” Klyde grunted out loud as he continued to drive the truck down the same two lane highway, deprived of any view besides miles and miles of trees.
“What’s wrong?” Mona asked him as she turned her body to the side to face him and giving her undivided attention.
“Driving is a lot better than walking, but driving through this road…is just plain boring.” Mona tilted her head slightly as she contended with his words for a few moments.
“So… what is being †˜bored’,” she asked in defeat. Taking his eyes off the road for a moment Klyde looked at her and took in her image of curiosity and smiles as he returned his gaze to the open road.
“Well being bored is kinda a state of mind… Um how do I put it…” Klyde tapped a finger on the side of his mouth as he thought. “I guess that best way to put it is that there’s nothing entertaining… you know something fun or exciting or even interesting around that evokes the feeling of being bored, have you ever felt that way Mona?”
“Well…” she began as she ran the search through her mind. “After Dr. Engel saved me he made my own special room. He gave me a lot of things to play with when I was younger… I was around he said fifteen. Ever since he would tell me stories and they were always fun to listen to.”
“Really, like what kind of stories?” Klyde asked her in curiosity.
“Well he told me one that he says many people on the planet love. He said it was the story of a young woman whose body is made of a wood with long flowing dark blue hair.”
Thump! Taking a glance in the rear view mirror Klyde could see Christy was laying back against the back of the cab as he had with her arms stretched out and hanging over the sides of the bed. Afterwards she sat absolutely still with only her light peach hair flapping around vigorously in the wind
“Maybe she’s listening too.” Klyde thought to himself. “Please continue Mona.”
“Well he said that she was a powerful wielder of Mana but because God considered her an abom… abomb…”
“An abomination?” he asked and was promptly greeted with her heartwarming smile.
“Yes, he called her blasphemy for having been created be someone else other than him and because she wasn’t human.”
“So what did he do?”
“According to my father’s story he sealed her away in a rock as punishment so her lover couldn’t find her… I believe it was because she was a betrayer to his rules and his order and was so disgusted with that he banished her from the world.”
“Oh that’s terrible…” Klyde sighed as he found his hand gently gripping the center of his shirt, making sure the object he sought was still there before letting go and returning his hand to the wheel. It’s not every day that someone tells you your religion as a story.
“What about you Klyde, what was your life like?”
“Oh me? I was just your average guy really. I went to school, got decent grades and when I was done I tried joining the military.”
“The NOCTURNE military?” Mona asked intrigued.
“PAH!” Christy coughed loud enough that they could hear here from outside as if to say †˜yeah right. Boy.’ Even with her back to them Klyde could imagine the large grin she probably wore proudly at the moment.
“Well no… I’m from Claudia but I didn’t make it.”
Fa-thunk! Looking back Klyde could no longer see Christy’s head but could clearly make out distinctive laughter from the bed and sighed helplessly.
“Claudia… wait, isn’t that the country that-.”
“Yeah… when it was a country it openly opposed the war between the two kingdoms. For it we were embargoed so we lost a lot of medical supplies. For a moment Mona caught Klyde’s face grimacing. “Well in any case it’s not a country anym ore once the undead problem came to us well. I still just want to know.”
“Want to know what?” Mona asked as she took off her belt and slid closer to him like a kitten were approaching a new fascinating object.
“If I were to die right now, by the end of the day if you two didn’t burn my body…or Christy had eaten me then I’d rise again, only to attempt to kill you. There’s no virus, no mutation… so what the fuck is going on?” Klyde’s voice had a different tone now one that Mona nor Christy who had turned her head slightly to eye him had heard before.
“Klyde if it means anything everything will be ok, my father made the CORPSEs to help combat the problem while he finds a way to solve the problem entirely.” Her words did comfort him although it wasn’t the message contained as much as it was her trying to confront him.
“Thank you Mona, I needed that.”
“Don’t worry Klyde, I’ll be looking out for you too.”
Klyde looked over at the suns light the casted it’s now orange hue over the same desolate highway that he continued to drive through slowly for must have been at least twelve hours. He’d have enough of it even when seated next to some he was highly attracted to.
“Mona could you please-.”
Thump! Thump!
“…open the window for me please?” he finished startled by the sudden thuds that originated right above his head. Slowly Christy stuck her large head through the window like a predator stalking it’s pray, her eyes narrowed and focused on Klyde alone.
“Pull over Boy, we’ll be safe here for the night.”
“How do you know that?” Klyde asked as he took his foot from the gas and gently began to apply the brakes as he started to turn off the road.
“I can’t smell any rotting flesh at all and out here in the open, this means more miles of space than one could need. It’s not a surprise really considering Damn near everyone was caught up in that war or just shacked up in the cities.”
“That’s a great point,” he thought aloud as he switched on the head lights before proceeding into the woods. He found pleasure in the small bumps of the ground and took at one of the small amounts of fun he could possibly have in the world at the moment. Slowly he directed the old pick-up over a large set of roots and down again, the ground like last time slopping gently down wards from the road. Eyeing a specific enclosure of trees Klyde navigated into that direction and stopping the truck in between them. Taking a good look around the truck was completely obscured by big tall trees forming almost a wall in three separate directions.
“Alright, Here is as good as it’s gonna get,” Klyde said to Mona as she followed suit and after a bit of struggle managed to push open the door. Closing it behind her she found Klyde had already started gathering wood like last time and wordlessly started to help him, bending over to grab what she could nearby.
“Just set everything down idiots,” Christy coldly remarked as she they through everything down at the ground. Stepping away from the truck Christy pointed her palm down at the ground. Without warning Christy struck the ground with a huge barrage of flame that spread out around her.
“WHOA CHRISTY WHAT THE HELL?!” Klyde Cried out as he fall backwards and scooted away to avoid the flames that nearly brushed his face. As the fire subsided all the remained was to his disbelief, a camp fire burning on nothing but the ground itself. “…How?” Klyde asked nearly breathless.
“Come with me Boy, alone.” Klyde stood up slowly and made eye contact with Christy before nodding.
“No! Wait!” Mona yelled , “he’s not going ANYWHERE with you alone!” Klyde smiled reassuringly at Mona.
“She really does care…” Klyde thought quietly to himself. “Mona its ok,” he started as he turned his head to look at Christy, “I think I’ve experienced the worst that could POSSIBLY happen with her. To his surprise for once Christy’s face stayed the same with a stern look as she continued to stare straight into his eyes.
“Hurry up Boy, don’t make me wait,” she said as she turned around started to walk away.
“Mona I’ll be alright.” Mona nodded in response worriedly as her teeth gently bit down on her lip. Klyde started to follow Christy who was already thirty feet away looking at him over her shoulder. “Mona if I scream, don’t come here, stay here ok? Promise me. ”Oh… that’s a little much to ask of her… we only just met.”
“Alright Klyde, but what if she…”
“We have to trust her, please… try to trust her Mona.” Klyde turned back around and jogged towards Christy, not enough time to see that Mona slowly and reluctantly had nodded.

“What’s going on?” Klyde asked Christy as she continued to lead them further and further away from their camp. “Her usual demeanor hasn’t made a single appearance all day long… Did I really mess up?”
“This is far enough.” She stated simply as she turned around, her eyes focused clearly on Klyde.
“What’s with the look? Don’t look at me like that,” he thought as he dry swallowed. Lifting her arm she pointed her palm right at Klyde whom suddenly froze in his place. “WAIT, CHRISTY YOU’RE NOT GOING TO…” Quickly shifting her aim to the tree next to her and it suddenly splintered off into thousands upon thousands of tiny pieces.
“Can you use Mana boy?” she asked him as she reached towards the stub of all that remained of the trunk and pulled out from what he could see to be a wooden sword that was perfectly formed.
“No…” he stammered as he watched her twirl it around in the air before pointing it at him. “No one in my family was ever able to… and I’m slow in asking this but you’re a Mage aren’t you?”
“Yes I am Boy, and one of the few left. I’d imagine that most able Mages were drafted into the war on all sides and needless to say.”
“They wouldn’t be around anymore, I get it… and I’m sorry…”
“In any case,” she began, her voice ending on a sly note.
“Hm- WHOA!” Klyde shouted as he panic-rolled out of her swings arc. As he regained his footing he quick began to run as Christy pursued him, slicing at him playfully whenever he fell into range.
“You’re not allowed to run this time Boy, you’re going to have to fight me.”
“Like hell that’s going to happen,” he responded as he bent his body over as he ran to avoid a swing that grazed his back.
“Suit yourself, Boy” Christy stopped in her tracks as she threw the wooden sword in to the ground effortlessly and held her hands low palms up as if holding apples. Raising her hands in an violent thrust, flames erupted around them until it formed a perfect ring around them.
“WHAT THE?!” Klyde yelled out as he turned around to face her. “Why do you want to fight me so badly?!” he called out as he turned to face her who approached him slowly holding her sword down and to the side.
“You’re MY prey Boy, and I don’t like eating weak morsels.” His eyes grew wide as his heart started to pound, barley able to draw his sword as he tried to back away only to be reminded by the heat of the flame that his escape was impossible.
“You’re kidding right; please tell me you’re kidding Christy…”
“When have you known me to play around Boy?” Christy raised the sword up and pointed it forwards, the same stance she uses with her chainsaw. He knew she was serious now.
“But you said my flesh was Rancid!”
“And do you think people really give rim jobs because they like the taste?” Her response disgusted him; not because of its deviancy but because she once again has caught him completely off guard a second time in only a few moments and could only help to think that this was retribution for the night before.
“Christy, I really am sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to walk in on you!” She was close now, not even ten feet away and still walking towards him slowly.
“You honestly think I cared that you saw me having fun with myself Boy? How PATHETIC YOU ARE! RA!” Christy struck downwards in a diagonal slash and quickly followed up with a horizontal slash. Both of which were evaded by Klyde who side stepped the first one and rolled under the second and began to run again.
UACK! Klyde choked as he was suddenly yanked back by his shirt and promptly slammed to the ground. He yelped in pain as his body stiffened at his neck and upper back.
“Then why… why are you doing this to me..?”
“Who knows Boy? Maybe I’m the tsundere of this story. Maybe you were wrong about me this whole time and I really do turn out to be a monster.” Klyde attempted to raise his upper body off the ground, but the pain from his back had resonated into his chest as well. He could only lay there and watch and listen to her as she continued to scold him.
“Or even maybe I just really hate being teased Boy. No woman living or dead enjoys a tease.”
“Tease?! I never teased you! If anyone around here does the teasing you do! For crying out loud you’re naked on the FRONT COVER!” For his response Christy yanked him off the ground and pulled him close to her face as he dangled helplessly over the ground.
“If I raped you right now Boy what would you do?” For the third time Klyde found himself caught off guard but this time he was left absolutely speechless. He knew that if she wanted to she very well could. If she wanted to eat him, she very well could. “Too bad,” she told him as she lightly served him up into the air before she side kicked him right in his chest, causing him to fly back ten feet before landing again on the ground.
“My… chest…” barley able to breathe Klyde never felt so much pain in his life that increased with the every rise and fall of his chest. “I know… I know you’re not really like this-.”
SHHTHIC! Klyde’s eyes shot up in horror as his own sword found itself buried right next to his head. Christy crawled over him, resting her hands on his shoulders and supporting all her weight on them.
“You don’t even know me Boy. I indeed have eaten many bodies boy, living and dead. I’ve stalked and hunted people for a long time and have LOVED the taste of flesh of my own people way before I died and now? Now I’m going to eat you alive while making use of your body for my own intimate purpose so you might as well lay there and take it.”
“No… please…” For once Klyde was completely helpless as Christy ripped his shirt of in one yank and promptly grasping his throat with one hand and began to squeeze. “NO! I don’t want to die…I don’t want to die…” She continued to glare at him before quickly bringing her head down and bit down onto his throat, slowly increasing her pressure to choke him with her teeth. She warned him already earlier what this was; he was going to die here. “I don’t want to die…. I don’t want to die… I don’t want to die… I don’t…”
“…Want to… DIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Klyde’s body flooded with a new found strength, bumping Christy up slightly allowing him to bring up his legs and rolling backwards as he pushed out his legs like a piston. Quickly getting up to his feet he pulled his sword from the ground and rushed forward towards Christy who was still regaining her feet from his toss. He swung at her and missed entirely but to her surprise he quickly followed up with another wild slice and this time she had to block.
“Tch…That’s more like it Boy!” she exclaimed happily as her face turned from her stern full gaze she wore all day to a new one he’s never seen before. Her eyes were wide with what seemed to be absolute joy, but her mouth donned a crooked smile. Parrying his next strike she began to return swings at him and to further her delight parried them as well using one handed strikes.
“Well it seems you do have some real fight in you Boy,” she stated as she threw herself at him again with a flurry of quick strikes, all avoided and blocked by Klyde whose face was still frozen in terror; his eyes holding almost no life. “Come on Boy I know you can give me more!” Christy continued to throw more swings at him, left, up and down in fluid strikes as he struck back with very brash but powerful hits that sent vibrations into her wrists.
Their pace increased as Klyde went on the offensive after parrying her last blow, slowly but surely driving her back as she struggled to keep up with his speed.
“Fuck,” she grunted as he sent her arms up from a very powerful up close rising slash. “AH!” She froze still in mid strike, her sword held high above her head. After the strike Klyde had spun around in a circle while simultaneously grabbing his rifle which was now pointed directly at her with one hand. Christy hesitated as she looked at him, his expression hasn’t changed since he thrown her off of him; he was still gripped by pure and absolute terror and was operating on it alone.
“RA!-“
Phew! Her sword spiraled out of her hand as she winced in pain. Taking a good look at the damage she found herself looking at Klyde, through her hand. What surprised her the most wasn’t that he was able to take the shot and strike her right where he needed to, but now that same terrified person stared at her as tears openly fell down his cheeks.
“Why Christy… I respect you… your one of the only friends I ever had… I like you… WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME WANT TO KILL YOU?! YOU FUCKING JERK!” Falling to his knees Klyde cried unshamefully in front of her as he broke down. With a sigh Christy reached for her chest and traced her stiches that crossed it, pulling up on the stub of the final stitch until her needle was produced. Sticking it into her hand she quickly stitched thread across her hand before pressing her hands together.
“Look Boy, I wasn’t going to kill you.” Sighing deeply Christy walked over to the motionless Klyde who remained on his knees. Crouching down onto her knees she looked down at him before continuing. “I was checking your primal-reflex, or you can say who you are down on the primal human level.”
“Is it really that important to you for you to have done this to me?!” he replied as he continued to sob.
“I have identified who you are down to the core Boy; your first reflex is of course the ever typical fight or flight response but beneath that is you’re absolutely hard wired to survive despite how weak you are right now. You had to believe you were going to die for me to see it. You would be an unstoppable CORPSE, if it makes you feel any better.”
Klyde sighed deeply as he finally took a grip on himself after a hard struggle and stood up slowly. Sheathing his sword he eyed the weapon that nearly defeated him on the ground behind her.
“So you were the Surgeon General and a Mage that specializes in fire. You want to kill Mona’s father an inherently hate her because of him. You love eating dead people and having sex and just confessed to me love eating people while having sex…An asshole of the highest levels… I may not really know who you are but you’re still my friend Christy and…” he started before driving his fist into her cheek with all his might; following through with the weight of his entire body to the point of stumbling. “Do not do that to me again just for your fascination.”
Christy’s normal grin finally returned to her face and Klyde weakly smiled upon being greeted by it. “Alright Boy, but I’m not finished with you yet,” she began as she imitated the blow that disarmed her before towards a tree behind her; the difference being a large blue Mana slash-like beam sliced the tree effortlessly. As the creaked while falling the light of the setting sun penetrated through the gap and illuminated her in a orange glow. Christy turned back to face him. “Your training lesson has only just started,” Boy.

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