Neo-Nowhere: Book Two - The Sisters

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Snap...Snap...Snap...Snap...Snap...

Snap!

Drake's eyes shot open as he lurched forward in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. It was no longer nighttime, and the sun had risen over the glistening wet streets of Neo-Nowhere. The rain had stopped a few short hours earlier. Looking around the room, somewhat confused as to what took place the night before, Drake saw Chris and the two men in the coats still in the room with him. Seeing that everyone was back, and that Ivan was still resting in the corner where he was the night before, Drake took a sigh of relief.

"Damn...That was one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had in my life. It felt so..."

Drake looked down at his stomach and saw that his bandages had been changed.

"...real."

Simply dismissing it, Drake worked his way up onto his feet, making sure his wound would stay nice and dry. Grabbing Ivan, Drake sat back down on the floor and started playing lightly, tuning it correctly as he went. It'd felt like such a long time since Drake had the chance to use his bass for what it was intended to be used for, and not as a zombie killing tool. Making sure he played quietly to avoid attracting attention to everyone, Drake hummed along for a few minutes until he felt he was ready to depart.

"So, did you guys have any id-"

SPPPPRRROOOOIIIIINNNGGGGG!

Unexpectedly, Drake's E string on his bass snapped in two, making a huge hole in the wall next to Chris, and sending out a signal to every undead within earshot that there was food nearby. Drake's heart sunk.

"Shit, seriously?! I just replaced these strings! Gah! I guess I dropped it one too many times..." Drake stood up and glanced out the window to see a small number of undead coming towards the entrance of the pharmacy, and several more in the distance working their way over, slowly but surely.
"Well, it looks like I'm going to have to make a pit stop, whether I want to or not. The nearest music center outside of the mall is about 10 or 15 blocks down from here, if I remember correctly. If I keep out of sight and use some of the back alleyways, I can probably make it there with little confrontation, if I'm lucky..." Looking up at the others, Drake said with a semi-confident grin.
"Alright fellas, I can't afford to walk around without an E string on my bass. It's kind of like trying to drive a car without a steering wheel. If you guys would like to come along with me, that's great, but if not, I guess I'll be taking this fun little stroll on my own."

Knowing he'd probably need more bandages pretty soon, Drake started to build a small first aid kit for the trip, in case he ran into any snags. Slinging Ivan and the small backpack of medical equipment over his back, Drake did another take of the room.

"So...any takers?"

[SKAutomatic-Machinegun]

Vlad found himself sitting in a grassy field with what seemed to be a picnic set up around him. He didn't even try to make sense of it after everything that has happened he just assumed it was a dream or... "Bingo! Or me right?" Allison said with a chuckle, "See I knew you were smart." "So what do you want now?" Vlad said much more coldly than his normal attitude. "Aww, you don't sound very happy to see me... here." Allison handed him a cup of tea, "I told you my tea kettle was whistling" Her usual wink followed. "Shut up!" Vlad yelled, "I know this isn't real so just tell me what you want with me!" Allison's normally playful expression changed to a slightly saddened look, "Fine I'll skip to the point, I need you to do me a small favor..." "Favor?" puzzled Vlad at the vague request. "Yes, a small one considering you already met the guy, I need you to stick around and protect Mr. Rockstar for a bit, considering you're such a kind hearted person I figure this isn't that bad of a favor huh?" Vlad thought a moment and went to reach for the tea he was offered earlier...


CRASH


A thunderous noise ripped through Vlad's conscious, everything went black except for the tea cup shattering. "WHAT IS GOING ON!?" Vlad awoke noticing a large hole in the wall next to where Chris was sitting and directly opposite of the hole sat Drake with a snapped bass string, and with that it all made sense to Vlad. Not just the thundering crash and the hole in the wall, but Allison's favor as well... 'Mr. Rockstar' Vlad thought to himself humorously. Vlad stood up and stretched after the nap as Drake prepared to venture up the road for a new set of strings. "Hey Drake! I'll head out with you." Vlad replied to Drake's query. Vlad walked over and peered out the hole, "Well, After you Mr. Rockstar." Vlad laughed to himself about the nickname.

[DDWRINKLE]

Before Chris even realized what happened, he slipped into a deep sleep. . .

All that consumed him was darkness. Nothing happened while he slept, although one thing was odd. He felt as though he could smell the powerful scent of forget me nots.

He slowly came too the next morning. The sun was shining through the window from the next room, but it was still quiet and dark in the room in which they all resided. After not sleeping for what seemed days he couldn't believe he had even woke up at all. Chris was stuck in a state between sleep and alertness. His head kept hitting the wall next to him as he dazed in and out. He could hear the faint sound of broken notes and some progression of chords every now and then. When there was a sudden

CRASH!

He was immediately thrown into a state of alert. All of his memory came rushing back with the image of the flesh eating monsters that have been following them the whole time they were there. He pressed his body against the wall and his eyes snapped open searching the room for the cause of the noise. He saw Vlad across the room next to Cross also awake staring at something next to Chris. Turning his head he saw a fist sized hole in the wall (not his fist, his fist was a bit bigger than most). Next the the hole was Drake sitting there with his bass in hand looking baffled. Seeing that His guitar's string had broke he realized what had happened. Relief had flooded into him knowing that nothing had broken in yet. Drake started about how the ghouls outside have probably heard and now are most likely on their way, and then dread had swept back into Chris. He said he needed new bass strings and maybe companions to accompany him to quest for some. Chris stood up finally getting a feel for not sleeping on an actual bed. He was pretty sore from the day before, but he was well rested compared to before. After stretching he said, "damn and I thought we could stay here forever. 'A home away from home' Pfff. Yeah man I'll be joining you. You'll probably need someone with a strong arm" Chris said with smirk. Gathering himself he said, " ready when you guys are".

[FourStringFingerSting]

Heartened by how quickly Vlad and Chris volunteered to accompany him on his somewhat meager venture, Drake smiled. "Man, this is something else," thought Drake as he readjusted the backpack hanging off his right shoulder. "It looks like I've got my band back tog-"

Drake ceased to continue thinking what he was thinking, and a stern, almost disturbed face painted itself over Drake's brief moment of happiness. He didn't mean to think that. Why would he think that? It wasn't something Drake ever wanted to think about again, but was something he could never really ignore...

Doing his best to refocus his thoughts on the current goal, Drake turned back to look at his two new companions. Looking at Vlad, he noticed a long, katana like blade hanging from his belt, it's edge hidden by a trustworthy sheath. "So, I haven't really heard much from you yet and what your big plans in this city are. I'm assuming that sword of yours isn't for show?" Glancing over Vlad's shoulder, Drake noticed the man in the red coat was still unconscious, but appeared to be in a stable condition. He wondered if it would be safe leaving him here. "That pal of yours gonna be alright? He shouldn't have to worry about zombies coming after him up here, but if he can't get himself moving soon, he might wither out if something happens to us and we can't make it back." Drake scouted the room for a clock, finding one covered with dust hanging on the wall behind him. It was about 10 AM. If they got moving, they could be back here in a few short hours, give or take depending on what they run into. Turning back to Vlad, Drake simply waiting for a response on what to do with his injured, red-coated companion.

[Gorudu]

Treck was at it for at least 6 hours. After emerging from the sewer, the voices came with him, teasing him at every corner. Eventually, he just wanted to get away. So, for six hours, he was running away from voices, which seemed to always be talking a few corners away.

He needed rest. He was just a few blocks away from the mall he had seen earlier, but his aching foot couldn't take much more of walking. Fearing the walking dead he had encountered earlier, he decided to take refuge in a small and secure cafe he spotted just across the street. Under further inspection, Treck noted that the glass seemed intact, the doors were solid, and there didn't seem to be anything particularly odd with the place, although that seemed odd in itself. Treck went inside and then barred the doors with a few chairs. He looked outside, taking note of his surroundings. If he was going to get out of here, he needed to make himself a map. So, taking a napkin and some grease, he made a few notes...

Across the street there's a few things... 1. An odd sort of restaurant. 2. A small gift shop with fancy little trinkets and the sort... Down the road a little ways there seems to be 3. Some sort of music shop or something. That seems pretty rare I guess...

Satisfied with his map, he tucked it into his front pocket. In need of some sleep, Treck went to the back corner of the cafe where he assumed he wouldn't be seen. Then, to make sure he wouldn't be seen, he stacked a few tables around, made the inside look a little ravaged, and bunkered down.

"Time for a little shut-eye..."

[SKAutomatic-Machinegun]

Hearing Drake's statement made Vlad break character and bust out into laughter. "Hahaha! No, Drake this isn't 'Just for show'. If anything I consider this sword as much a part of me as my arms or legs." Vlad noticed Drake glance over to Cross, "Don't worry about him he'll be alright if we leave him here... if anything," Vlad laughed out loud again, "He's stronger unconscious like this."

"Sooooo.... Shall we be on our way?"

[FourStringFingerSting]

Drake smirked at Vlad's confidence in his weapon, and the skill he no-doubt possessed with it. "Good to hear! I'm sure we'll be needing it for more than display soon enough. Ivan here is an extension of myself as well..."

A little more than I'd like to think, actually...Taking one last look around the room, Drake nodded to Vlad and Chris. "Well, we better get moving. The store closes early on Sunday!" Drake laughed to himself, as he hopped on top of a medicine shelf on the first floor below, and jumped again, gracing the ground with his feet. The room was still and lifeless, and the streets seemed safe enough from looking out the nearby windows. Any walkers that may have been nearby had now migrated to more heavily populated parts of the city, save for a few stragglers. Taking a moment to scout out the first floor for any ghouls, Drake realized something: He really had to take a piss.

"Just a sec, guys! I'm gonna take a wizz before we get out of here!" Drake said, propping Ivan up against the pharmacy counter. The bathroom was just down the nearby aisle. Walking down, Drake noticed how most of the shelves had already been emptied of their respective drugs. "Hard to believe the infection only started mere days ago, and most of these shops have already been ransacked. I hope the music shop still has strings left..." Drake's mind wandered as he reached for the bathroom handle. It didn't budge when he tried to turn it. Looking above the door, Drake saw a sign that read, "Ask Cashier For Key To Restroom." There was probably a key behind the register somewhere. Seemed simple enough. Drake turned to head back to the register when his eyes met a zombie claw swinging right towards him!

"FFFUUUU-" Drake ducked in the nick of time, spinning his left leg around as he dropped to the floor and sweeped the zombie off it's feet. Rolling away to avoid meeting the ghoul's teeth on it's way down, Drake quickly stood up and ran to the counter to retrieve Ivan. "I could have sworn this place was empty! I nearly pissed my pants back there!" Drake nabbed Ivan, and jumped over the counter to find the bathroom key. There it was, hanging on a nail with a piece of electrical tape wrapped around the head of it. Peering over the counter, Drake saw the zombie slowly crawling down the aisle making it's way towards the tasty meal it nearly had the pleasure of feasting on moments ago. "Sorry pal, I don't intend to be anybody's lunch anytime soon." Hopping the counter again, and running full force down the aisle as he held Ivan by the neck with it's body suspended in the air, Drake brought it down full force on the flesh-eater's head, splitting it open and spraying blood around like a geyser. Panting, Drake looked at the door with relief. Reaching for the knob, Drake fumbled around in his pocket for the key, when suddenly the door opened as Drake leaned his body into it. He turned the knob the wrong way before, as the door now swung open effortlessly.

"...Seriously?" Drake decided it didn't matter. He was just glad he didn't wet himself. Washing his hands, and then drying them on his jeans, Drake leaned out the pharmacy entrance, trying to find any walkers on the street nearby. As far as he could tell, the streets were clear. Rubbing some of the blood off his bass with some napkins from the restroom, Drake yelled to the second floor, "You guys ready to go?"

[DDWRINKLE]

Chris watched as Drake jumped down the stairwell and listened as it sounded like he hit something hard. Chris jumped down and immediately noticed the huge puddle of blood and the lifeless corpse it had emerged from. "I'm right behind you wherever you go dude, lead the way" Chris said to Drake walking over to the door and looking out in search of the safest path.

[SKAutomatic-Machinegun]

Vlad heard the commotion from Drake on the first floor followed by the silence and the invitation to join him downstairs signaling it was clear to move out. Chris went down to join him leaving Vlad alone with Cross, with a final look at the man in the red coat Vlad grabbed his sword, "Good luck Cross... Don't go getting turned into lunch." Vlad joined the party downstairs.

"So, What are we waiting for?" Vlad spoke without waiting for a reply. He pushed in the 'push here' bar on the door and flung it open. Taking two steps outside he heard a shuffling to the side of the door. *Shink-snick shink* Vlad rapidly drew his sword at the noise he has grown more annoyed at hearing than an alarm clock ring, shredding the zombie. "Shuffle shuffle shuffle and groan, That's all I hear out of you guys! UGH!" Vlad said to the corpse ribbons. "Sooo... Does that answer your question about my sword?"

[Capadagli1669]

"PISS.....OFF!!!" Patrick shouted, and with a swing of one meaty fist another one of the flesh eaters skulls was splattered all over the office walls. It also helped that the fist that was doing the smashing was coated in a metal gauntlet that rivaled vibrainium in terms of strength. It had taken Patrick most of the day to clear out the equiptment yard's ghouls and he was starting to get tired, he sat down on the corner of his office desk and took a deep pull from the bottle of Tullmore Dew (Irish Whiskey), that had been clenched firmly in his other hand for the better part of the day.

After downing the last few drinks left in his bottle he simply tossed it over his shoulder with a clatter and walked out of his office and into the main lobby of the small single story building, there was not much left in the lobby that hadn't been smashed or coated in the blood and bodily fluids of his former co-workers, the only thing that had been left relatively intact was the front desk that was covered in bottles upon bottles of stolen booze. Snagging another bottle of hooch from the front desk... he took a few steps towards the door paused shook his head turned around and grabbed a second bottle and then stumbled out the front door.

Once he was outside he made his way quietly (as a drunk man could) to one of the cranes that he hadn't transformed. Upon reaching the crane he placed his free hand on the metal. All of the sudden the metal took on a silverish glow and began flowing around Patrick like water, the liquid metal began to grow higher and higher and Patrick was taken up with it. After about a minute a neat little lookout tower was formed at about the same height that the crane used to sit at. Taking a seat on the newly formed metal seat he made sure that his feet had been carfully banded to the metal floor so that he wouldn't fall out of the tower in case he passed out. Patrick uncorked a bottle of what he assumed was a cabernet and looked out at his surrounding trying to spot anyone that wasn't a flesh eater.

In the spot that used to be a crane lay a useless pile of plastic bits and random odds and ends.

[FourStringFingerSting]

Drake saw the flesh eaters just outside the door cut to ribbons as Vlad sheathed his blade, barely able to comprehend the speed with which Vlad disposed of them.

"...You turned those guys into hamburger! Damn!" Drake spoke, cleaning the last of the bloodstains off of his bass. "I'm really glad you're on our side!"

Slinging Ivan around his back, Drake took a step outside, not seeing any more ghouls in the immediate area. The music shop was down more than a few blocks, but it wouldn't be a problem for the 3 of them to get there, right?

Well...it shouldn't have been a problem. Drake thought it was odd how completely unpopulated the streets were, considering they had only holed up in the pharmacy the night before. Something about it seemed unnatural...as if it was planned. Suddenly, Drake could hear the sound of booming steps from the city streets echoing around them and bouncing off the walls of nearby buildings. Ominous footsteps. Familiar footsteps.

"If that's what I think it is, we need to move! NOW!" Drake didn't hesitate another second and started sprinting down the street, maneuvering around abandoned cars and body parts that had been littered about on the street. The booming grew louder and louder, as the horrific presence of the giant zombie grotesque appeared around the corner of the last block, ready to finish what he failed to do prior to Drake's visit to the mall.

"HE'S BACK, RUN!" Drake swung Ivan around his shoulder, forming a solid G with his fingers on the strings, and letting a bass blast fly off in the giant's direction. The blast had little effect, merely knocking a few zombie corpses off the undead mass. Doing his best to avoid any obstacles as he ran back, Drake flung a few more beefy notes at it, one of them flinging a car in the creature's direction. The creature flinched as the car slammed into it's center, but it continued to bound towards Drake, regardless. It was shrinking, but not slowing down. It was only a matter of time before the creature caught up to him and smashed him into a pulpy mess.

Yelling down the street at Vlad and Chris, Drake cried in desperation, "A little help, guys?!"

[DDWRINKLE]

Stepping out into the light Chris squinted in the morning haze. Once his eyes adjusted he saw Vlad standing over a bloody pulp that he assumed was a ghoul mere minutes before. Before he could even say anything a loud rumbling could be heard and Drake ran off in the opposite direction. Right around the corner a massive form built of zombies bounded past him and Vlad in pursuit of Drake.

"Holy shit", almost stunned by the sight Chris didn't come to his senses till Drake cried out for help. "Right", Chris took off after them. Needing more speed to catch up to the creature he hardened his legs and pushed himself forward with ease. With each step he closed in on the big body, leaving behind him craters in the city street.

He was right on its heels, and got ready for his attack. Hardening his legs to their limit, he pushed as hard as he could jumping skyward. Simultaneously liquifying himself, he shot up like a bullet. Once he was level with the monsters head, he materialized his body and sent a rock hard fist right into its ear.

The force from his fist sent the head of the giant ghoul sailing into the building next to it. The head crashed with an ear shattering crack and disbanded all of the zombies holding it together, but to no avail because the body kept moving on its own accord.While still sailing through the air, Chris watched as more zombie piled over the top of the shoulders forming a new head. He was shocked and a little disappointed, that was a pretty direct hit. Crashing back to earth, he made a big impact but rolling out of it to avoid to much damage.

"SHIT", Chris said landing a little hard on his shoulder,"I thought for sure I had it! Drake! In order to defeat this thing we need to kill every ghoul! Unless you have another trick up your sleeve!" Chris looked at his shoulder making sure that it was only a little bruised, and waited for their next move.

[SKAutomatic-Machinegun]

As Vlad watched the grotesque mound charge after Drake he heard him yell for help. Chris being the first to react took off, jumping into the air and knocking the fiend's head off, Vlad was certain the beast was down... he was wrong.

"Jeez, thing's head gets ripped off and it keeps going, how are we supposed to stop that... Well, guess I'll give it my shot." Vlad took off sprint with such strides it would seem like he was gliding. Catching up to the beast he clenched his sword and jumped towards a building by the street making his way to the roof of the small building he leap towards the beast going into a spin and drawing his sword. "This ends NOW!" Vlad cut through the torso of the creature landing next to Chris. "That's how it's done." Vlad said with his usual confidence as he sheathed his blade. "Uh... Maybe we should start running again and think of a brighter idea of attack." Vlad's mouth hung open as the gaping hole in the center of the fiend instantly filled back up with corpses.

[MakeOneUp]

Maximillion began to stir, slowly slipping back into consciousness. He didn't know where he was, but he was aware of one thing: his head was killing him.

"Good lord," he said. "I would pay so much money for some Tylenol right now."

He opened his eyes, and then squeezed them tightly shut as they were flooded with light. He had no idea how long he had been out, but he assumed it was a couple of days. Maximillion tried to piece together what had happened. He remembered driving to a benefit. The car battery dying. The failed jumpstart. The explosion.... He opened his eyes again, more slowly this time, and let himself adjust to the light, and found himself on a hospital bed.

"Hey nurse, can I get some Tylenol? Asprin? Anything? Nurse? Hello?"

He propped himself up on his elbows and looked around, surprised to find the hospital was empty. He could see rows and rows of beds, but there wasn't a human in sight. He looked down at himself and under the olive green hospital gown, he saw various bandages covering burns, cuts, and bruises. However, the pain from those paled in comparison to his splitting headache.

"Great. No one around. No meds. AND WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES?" He then saw a table next to his bed with a three piece suit neatly placed on it, with black socks and custom Italian shoes. "Oh," he said, feeling slightly embarrassed. "There they are. Looks like they've been cleaned, too. Good. I hate to think that they were ruined because of that stupid benefit. Stupid PETA. Why do I give them money anyway? It's not like I'm going to stop eating my steak and wearing my leather jackets." He put the suit on. "That's better. I feel like a human again. Now. Where the hell am I?"

Maximillion walked around the hospital, trying to find some sign of human life, when he noticed something shuffling in the distance. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was a woman wearing scrubs.

"Oh finally! A nurse! And she looks kinda hot too." He murmured the last part under his breath. "Excuse me! Do you have some Tylenol?" But then he noticed something wasn't quite right. The nurse was walking with a weird limp, and it looked like there was something dark around her mouth. It was too dark to be lipstick. Could it be... blood? And he couldn't help but notice that she was shambling right toward him with a purpose. He started to backpedal. "What's going on here?" And then he jumped back as the woman reached for him, making a noise that sounded like it came from the pit of Hell. "Is she trying to bite me? Alright look lady. You don't want to do this. I have one of the most powerful teams of lawyers in the United States. I could to whatever I wanted to you and walk away clean." However, the nurse continued to limp towards him, seemingly with more purpose than before. He opened his palm and aimed it at the nurse's head. "Have it your way then." He squinted as a bolt of lightning shot out of his palm, hitting the nurse in the face. Her head exploded in a blast of brains, skull, and blood and she collapsed, the top half of her almost completely charred. "Was that.... a zombie?" Maximillion asked to himself. And then he saw it. A drop of blood, roughly the size of a pea, flew through the air... and landed with a nearly inaudible splat on the sleeve of his suit.

"SonuvaBIIITCH!!!!!!!!!"

[FourStringFingerSting]

Drake watched in disbelief as Chris and Vlad's attacks were shrugged off by the grotesque giant, chunks of flesh and blood flying off and reforming itself to fill whatever hole was left by their collective strikes. Drake continued to run backwards, still throwing bass line after bass line at the zombie goliath in hopes of slowing it down. Unfortunately, that seemed to be the only thing that was happening. The beefy bass blasts were doing an alright job tripping the creature up, but not enough for it to come to a complete halt.

"Cripes, this thing just won't slow down! What are we supposed to do? We can't do enough large scale damage to stop it!" Drake thought, scanning the streets as he ran by with the zombie giant hot on his heels. About a block down Drake could see a large crane with a large wrecking ball hanging from it, no doubt parked in one of the city's main construction sites...That gave Drake an idea.


"Guys, try and keep this thing out in the open for a second, I'll be back with the big guns! Try and keep it distracted!" Drake yelled back at Chris and Vlad as he slung Ivan on his back and sprinted towards the construction yard as quickly as his legs would take him.

"If I can get that crane to operate, that wrecking ball could probably cause enough damage to blast it into a thousand pieces! Even if that doesn't work, it should still slow it down enough for us to think of a new strategy." Drake's mind raced as he slowed to a halt in front of the construction yard gate. It didn't look like it could be opened from the outside in any feasible way. "Grr, of all the rotten luck!" Drake cursed to himself, as he attempted to climb a dumpster that pressed flat against the wall nearby. Hopping the wall with more effort than he originally expected, Drake looked around to see the construction yard was still the same as ever. Dusty, loud, and full of a bunch of brainless idiots.

[SKAutomatic-Machinegun]

Vlad still in shock that the creature shook off his blow like nothing ever happened Could only think of one idea.
"Chris!" Vlad yelled ahead, "If this doesn't work I hope you have a plan..." Vlad paused, "If it does work... I hope you can watch my back."

Vlad then ran a few meters ahead of the beast and began to focus his aura around his sword. "I hope this works... TAKE THIS!"

[FourStringFingerSting]

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[SKAutomatic-Machinegun]

Vlad threw his sword into the beast hoping the energy would form a barrier... he was very mistaken. "Nooooo!" Vlad just starred as his sword plunged into the center of the beast and just became engulfed in dead flesh. "Well I'm now out of ideas."

[DDWRINKLE]

"Damn it!" Chris yelled charging ahead to get to Vlad in time, but as the zombies would fall off the giant body they wouldn't be technically "dead".

So now the street started to get a bit crowded with the couple of ghouls that they hadn't defeated yet.

Smashing skulls along the way, he finally made it to Vlad. "Thank god your ok. But uhhhh . . . maybe I spoke to soon."

The mass of lifeless corpses became more aware, with a twitch of the head it locked right onto the nearest meat sack, them.

Chris realized they didn't have much time before it decided to fucking eat them. "I have to buy us some time. Vlad try and stay out of harms reach for a sec". With that, Chris took off running. Clothes lining a couple of corpses into a bloody pulp on the pavement, he got closer and closer to the things leg. With all his momentum he dove fist first into its ankle.

[FourStringFingerSting]

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[DDWRINKLE]

"Shit!" Chris exclaimed as his fist was being pulled further and further into the mass. "I killed quite a few of them with this punch. I thought it would be enough to be in and out. DAMN IT! . . . . . VLAD! I'M SORRY MAN! I'M BEING PULLED IN! I'LL GET OUT I PROMISE! I'LL BE BACK OUT TO HELP SOON!"

Soon only his head was sticking out "STAY SAFE!", Chris shouted and with that he hardened the rest of his body and was slowly pulled into the mass of writhing dead ghouls. All he could hear was teeth on bone and all was dark, leaving Vlad left to fend for himself with Drake nowhere in sight . . . . . "Please hurry Drake". . .

[MakeOneUp]

"Un. Be. Lievable," Max complained as he stared at the speck of blood on his suit. "I wake up in a hospital, with no idea where I am. I'm hungry, thirsty, and my butler is nowh--"

Just then a tremor ran throughout the hotel, shaking it, and Maximillion, to their very cores.

"And the whole goddamned world is shaking. Wonderful."

Maximillion stumbled through the hallways of the shaking hospital trying to find an exit. He feared that the hospital was going to collapse, and he did not want to be trapped under a bunch of rubble. That would further mess up his suit. When he finally found the exit, he peered outside, squinting at first due to the sunlight. Then something blocked out his vision, and he looked up. He found himself staring at what appeared to be a giant man, made out of a bunch of other men.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!?" He screamed, a little more loudly than he should have. The giant man turned his head and seemed to be looking right at him.

"Oh. Fuck."

[FourStringFingerSting]

Batting zombies left and right with his bass, Drake made a mad dash for the wrecking machine. The number of ghouls in the construction yard were alarming, as waves of them started pouring over mounds of metal, kicking up heavy dust clouds as they shambled towards him. Drake found it strange that most of these zombies weren't wearing construction uniforms, and looked like average citizens. What were they all doing here, and how did they even get in with the gate closed?

Still scrambling towards the wrecking machine, Drake started to notice the staggering numbers of them writhing behind him.

"Why are there so many of them?! Was it 'bring your family to work day' or some bullshit like that?!" In horror, Drake looked back over to the front gate to see the zombie mammoth pounding down on the door. Making his way up the ladder of the wrecking machine and into the operator's seat, Drake neglected to think of how he was actually going to operate this machine.

"Shit...This is a lot more complicated than I expected. I figured it'd be more like a Game Boy...Well, only one way to find out." Watching the front gate slowly warp and bend under the intense force of the giant grotesque's punches, Drake reached for the turn-key and hoped it'd still work, at the very least...

[FourStringFingerSting]

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[FourStringFingerSting]

"NO!" The machine sputtered, but failed to start. Suddenly, the front gate of the wrecking yard blew open, sending the large metal door flying at some zombies that were still shuffling their way towards Drake. The goliath husk let out a disturbing moan as it started it's gargantuan lurch towards Drake once again.

"I guess I'll have to get a bit creative here." Slinging Ivan on his back, Drake swung his body outside the operator's box, and climbed up on the hood. Cupping his hands over his mouth, Drake yelled across the street as loud as he could.

"GUYS! I THINK WE CAN STOP HIM! I JUST NEED YOU TO HOLD HIM IN PLACE FOR A FEW SECONDS!" Sliding his hands down the strings on Ivan, and putting his thumb under the A string, Drake took a deep breath. Snapping the string back with a pull of his thumb, Ivan shot off a nasty bass blast that hit the wrecking ball, causing it to hover back and forth at a slow pace. Trying to time the swings right, Drake let off another blast, trying to get the wrecking ball to build up some momentum.

Time to topple this bitch.

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