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Four low tier xeon stood before the mangle body leaking out blood. Around D tier you basic humanoid zombies yet they look so much more deadly than the photos or corpses I’ve seen. They reek of rotten flesh and the air around them wafts of death. My back was pressed against one of the concrete buildings trying to get my mind right. I can’t just leave the zombies to roam free and no hunters are around here. Undead xeon hate going near cities so they normally live in more secluded areas. So there aren’t many hunters that live in cities, just scientists and stuff. There are a lot of monarchs though.
Monarchs are like sub-police forces that focus on defeating humans that use xeon with xeon. Unsurprisingly, when humans got a taste of magic, they got addicted making rules against it. Soon the government had to give permission to a few to fight the ever-increasing criminals. They were called monarchs and were listed as heroes but putting them in front of Xeon is a horrible idea. Humans and xeon think very differently and not to mention that hunters were to kill while monarchs were to detain. So, pretty much I’m all by myself.
What are zombie weakness again? Zombies are weak against fire, they are slow, but they won’t stop hunting their prey. Once they smell their prey you can run all you want but you can’t hide. Just my lucky day. But those zombie ooze stronger magic than normal ones. I remember the zombie my mom experimented on seeing how they manage to control their body parts when they are detached. Distantly, I can remember its screams.
But this power isn’t your average joe this is more concerted. Don’t tell me these guys came through the portal. It would make sense as most of Xeon's essence and magic have faded over time as they haven’t been in their home dimension for over two-thousand years. Gods, what else has gone through that portal. “You alright love?”
Snapping my head around, my eyes lock onto an older woman with blonde hair. She waved and smiled and grew closer. Curses, the zombies! “I’m alright isn’t it a lovely day,” I ask, trying to distract her plus stop her from getting any closer. If the zombies get a weft from her they won't attack. Weirdly, they haven’t attacked me yet. “You sure hun? You look too young to be left alone around here,” she said sweetly, growing closer.
“My parents work here; I’m just taking a break outside.” It wasn’t a complete lie. Some of my parent’s labs and factories are here but they aren’t. “If I may, are they hunters or monarchs?”
“Huh, yeah why?”
“Well only they have unnatural hair colour and eyes.”
I crap I forgot about my hair and eyes. Glad humans’ experiment on themselves enough to change their DNA so badly it allowed different colours. Fun fact: some have different coloured skin. Plus, some may have horns, scales, ears etc but usually that is frowned upon, so they get them removed.
“Yep, sometimes I hate it.”
“White hair is unusual, though I’m no expert. It must be a new family while as new as you can get, correct?”
“Yep, my family is new to the business,” my family is not new to the business. My family probably goes back before the rifts all close. They moved to Australia on the second fleet after reports that they found the land of the undead. My family has always been about the undead and studying the few that were in different territories (Rare but not unusual). So, when they heard that Australia (New South Wales or New Holland at the time) was the mine of undead they packed up and left for the country down under. Then during the stolen generation, they got married to an even older family of the undead who had a more positive relationship with the undead. That’s why we are called the widow family after my great grandmother killed her husband in revenge. We were called the willow family, but that name was now stained in blood.
So no, my family isn’t new to the business and our ionic dark purple hair and silver eyes were produced over hundreds of generations just like normal genes, but they became the dominant gene. But in a few cases like my sister and brother the less powerful gene may win sometimes.
You can easily tell someone hierarchy from looking at them because the change isn’t something that happened over night. The most powerful and famous all come from old families that had generations created even more powerful kids from selective marriage. Though the practice has faded overtime its still there.
Though somewhat back on topic, ‘newer’ families have been popping up but most still are offspring of ‘The Great Families.’
“Well, I'm off, don’t stay out too long. And don’t you start school in a week?”
“Yep, starting year six in around a week,” I waved her goodbye and praised the heaven that she left. Until I heard the groans. They either smelt me or her but I was standing right in front of them earlier and they didn’t do anything so probably her.
Turning back to the alleyway, the zombies were now walking to their next prey. Seeing a toss can, I did the smart thing, I threw it. “Look at me, you smelly ugly things.” Their skin looks a distributed green colour and looks like the skin melted right off the bones.
They all snapped their attention to me. Welp if they didn’t care about me before but they do now. Now I know the basics of fighting, thank you sister, but I don't know if I can fight four immortal zombies that can’t be defeated unless you kill them with enchanted weapons or fire. Grabbing another can but this time it was filled I stupidly ran towards them.
I slid underneath one of the zombies and spinned around, ignoring the burning feeling in my knees. Quickly, I smashed the can on the back of the knee. Gripping its arm and flip it onto the ground and smashed it on the head. The poor can now has a dent. But these zombies stank like rotten cabbage or something, I’m never going to look at cabbage the same way anymore. Chucking it at the head of another one, I push it onto the ground and slam my foot on its neck.
*Crunch*
I didn’t like that sound. Before I could attack again, claws ripped through my black button-up shirt and into my skin. Biting down on my tongue, to not alert anyone to my struggle. It then slammed me onto the wall. Muffled screams left my lip as I tasted the familiar taste of iron. Arms pushed me further onto the wall digging into my flesh. Curses. Painfully, I struggled against the arms that held me onto the wall. Reaching the elbows, I with all my strength punch it hearing a satisfying snap. Then I kneed it in the stomach making it collapse onto the floor.
Though then its arm grabs my foot and yanks it underneath me. Catching myself, I kicked at the arm and crawled away. The other two zombies were back on their feet though one with a limb. Gods know I can’t defeat them. I have no weapons and little to no experience. Why did they have to go through the portal? Wait the portal! If it’s still open, I might be able to get back into the portal. Pushing myself off the ground, I sprinted away looking at anything that might give me a clue to where I am.
Why do all the buildings look the same? Why don’t they paint them different colours? It would lighten up the atmosphere. Also why is no one here? Well maybe Avliso they are all in the factory doing work. Turning my head, the annoying zombies still followed behind. Who ever said zombies were slow can I punch you? Because I may not be fit but still, they are right behind me and I’m sprinting for my life.
The brick building with vines growing on the sides came into view. The building hasn’t been officially used in around five years so there wasn’t much point in keeping it in tip top shape. Though what set apart from the rest of all the buildings was the stained glass window of a black rose. It was perfectly in line with the sun every morning letting the picture bleed onto the floor. All labs were named after family traditions such as this lab was named after the withering rose. My parents’ personal lab is called Widow after our family name. Avliso Widow, what an unpleasant name.
Though how do I get these zombies onto the roof? Throwing myself onto a ladder, I muffed my scream again as waves of pain went through me. Did I twist my ankle? Come on Avliso just got to the top.
*Clang*
Part of the ladder fell and bounced off the concrete pathway. Looking down, I see the zombies digging to the building pulling themselves up. My eyes stared at the pathway and the metal that fell waves of nausea crashed on me. If that was me, I would be…
Not the time to think that. One step at a time and Do Not Let Go. My hands grew sweater making my slip until my hands let go, leaving me hanging with one hand. “God, please no. I don’t want to die.” Swinging in the air, the only thing keeping from death is my hand that’s slipping both because of blood and sweat. Just great I will die alone again. No, Avliso, get your head in the zone, if there is a god out there, they gave you another chance at life, don't let it go to waste.
Slamming my foot on the ladder and clutching my other hand on the rusty ladder I drag myself up. Feeling the railing of the building, a sigh of relief leaves my mouth as I struggle to get over the metal railing. At least my family cared for safe workplace conduct. My back is met with thousands of small pebbles that dug into my open flesh. The adrenaline that allowed me to even outrun the zombies and somehow let me climb this building slowly faded.
Come on just not yet. Let's try and live till um till I finish high school. That's an achievable goal right… right? But back to more pressing matters. With all the spite I have I push myself off the ground even though it feels like all my muscles were stone and chained down to the ground. Stumbling over the rooftop, to see the vortex that seemed to change since the last time I saw it. It looks like I was staring into space but some parts of it was an empty void.
“I could stare at this all day,” I really could, they were somewhere unearthly yet majestic about it. But I was rudely interrupted by the sound of pebbles being kicked. While I was staring in the portal, the jerks had made their way onto the roof. Just great, I don't even have a plan.
“Come get me!”
Welp, guess my plan is to die.
“I bet you're too scared to even face me!”
Yep, I plan on dying.
Grabbing a handful of pebbles, I do what any not a mental kid does, and I start to peg rocks at them. The sound of the pebbles hitting flesh faded out my ears and stumbled backwards. Each hit tore some of the flesh and made the zombies angry as their prey was annoying them. One leap for my body and I duck letting it fall right into the portal. One down, three more to go.
“Where did all the fighting spirit go?”
The pebble that hit my arm said otherwise. Right zombies aren’t mindless; they can adapt to their surroundings and now they also are throwing rocks as well. Each hit got more painful as the zombies grew more confident and annoyed. They are annoying me more why can’t they be dumb zombies that fall into pits? Or into a portal that hopefully transports them back to their home.
Praying to whomever, I grab a handful of pebbles and belt it at one that was close to the portal. It was distracted for a few seconds but in those I manage to push it in. Two down, two more to go.
The other two seem now to avoid the portal, which just makes my job harder. “Come and get me you overgrown pigs!”
Stupidly, I charge right at the and tackle one onto the ground. Repeatedly, I slammed my hands on its chest until the blood seeped out of the chest. Gross. The other zombie tackles me onto the ground making me howl in pain. Kicking the zombie in the stomach, I roll underneath it and kick it again. “And stay down!”
Somehow, I manage to get back onto my feet. “Are you scared!”
A terrifying growl echoed over the roof as I gulped as its eyes flashed red. Oh, I’m so dead. It flew right at me and before I could think I dove to the side letting the pebbles dig into my skin. It fell straight to the portal but the other kicked my stomach making me wheeze in pain. It roughly grabs my hair pulling me up and slams it fist into my stomach again, again and again. Black dots enter my vision as blood trickles to the ground.
Wait, I’m a xeon now and probably a higher class one at that.
Can I use my blood for magic? I might not know how to use xeon magic, but I know blood magic. Trembly, I draw a symbol on my hand. I don’t think I can do much as I don’t have any other ingredients for the spell. This is going to hurt.
Tapping it, my hand lit on fire burning my hand, but the zombie lit a blaze.
It screeches in pain, falling backwards and falling into the portal.
Huh, right now I am the pure source of magic.
I tried to keep my eyes open but they refused to stay open.
Falling into the abyss I wonder to the lone dead woman in the alley.
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