The sky bled crimson like a rose with an unnerving color of extravagant beauty, blend with bluish orange; a remnant of the sun that has already set. A figure wafted through thick, leering trees and leaped, tiptoeing every bough along the way. She passed on them and seemed to move like the wind, as she maneuvered her way out from the dark forest through the route of the village.

She halted whilst she arrived toward her destination, and slowly raised the dagger from her boots. Little do you know, in the back of her mind, there was someone who witnessed the scene and lurked her every move.

She clutched the small dagger on her hand tightly, making the sharp edges of the shard pierced her palm. She crouched as she watches the zombies from the distance. When she was fumed in rage and unconsciously gripped the dagger when she saw that the zombies approached her. They even made the little girl as a bait.

Blood was oozing out as it painted the ground red. She didn't mind the pain as she stared blankly to the zombies surrounded by an unconscious little girl. The little girl was blindfold, same as her both hands and legs were tied with ropes. There's not even a wound that was trace from her.

She wasn't even moving yet unconscious. Not all zombies realized she was there lying on the ground unless she had a strong scent of blood. When the blood is denser, the more it attracted the zombies. If he or she makes any sound, that person will directly be eaten. If only she had a way to let the other zombies away from her. Then. . .

As for herself, she had noticed that she got wounded from the dagger, an idea came into her mind.

Seeing her chest rise softly, she knew she was still alive.

Without her knowing, the smell of the blood attracted the zombies nearby on which they noticed there was another presence, the sweet of aroma diverted their attention from the little girl. This smell made them follow and turned their head towards it as if they were addicted to it like a drug.

Forgetting the little girl, they slowly strolled forward and search that unbearing smell.

Her hand fidgeted. It started moving painting the ground with her blood. She couldn't stop her hand no matter what, it seemed to have a mind of its own. She wanted to stop that knife piercing her hand any further then run, but her mind says otherwise. 'That's it. That's it. Come here, you filthy bloodsuckers, man-eating flesh annoying pests.'

She was inwardly shocked but nothing was shown on her face as if she was in the body of a different person. She was aghast, her body no longer within her control, not even a bit. There was a burning sensation filled on her chest, spreading throughout her nerves, it was giving her an uncomfortable feeling. 'Something was wrong but couldn't point out what it is. Why am I with this body?'

The zombies were slowly approaching at her, as the owner of the body held up her dagger in a challenging pose. No sword, no shield but a dagger is only she has right now. She could hear her mind, that the owner scolded for her obstinacy for not bringing her sword. She has to save her no matter what. a female voice echoed on her mind.

A figure appeared behind the scene with a familiar pin bearing the Achathianian royal crest adorned on his lapel. It was a Royal Guard, who sworn to protect the heirs. Even it was a vow for his King.

His eyes twitched, when he saw that woman intention, he never hesitated to shout at her.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?" her royal guard wanted to stop her, but her hand raised to protest him.

Another person trapped on her head spoke, 'Help' she tried to speak but it didn't reach him, however, the body she was with right now, began to spoke its own.

"Go save my sister. If I can't make it alive, she will bear the next heir of the throne. "

The royal guard wanted to object, but her cold blue eyes stared at the man fiercely.

"There's not enough time, soon this place will be crowded by them."

The royal guard has no choice and grabbed the girl as Her highness as told. He placed her on his shoulder in a bridal style and took a last glimpse at her and said, "I'll be back." He silently prayed that Her Highness e would make it out alive. He settled his full trust in her.

He was about to leave but paused as if he was forgetting something. 'Here' the royal guard handed her the sword where she had left on her quarters. A glint flashed on her eyes, when she saw it. She was relieved he brought the sword with him. If not, she would have be using the dagger all by herself.

He said the last words, "Don't die." his words portray sincerity and seriousness.

All of sudden, his lips pressed into hers. She widened her eyes for his unexpected kiss. It started out with excruciatingly and deliciously slow, then gentle but passionate, started to speed up, where it became more violent kiss just like he was longing it for so long.

He never wished her to die at the very moment.

His fingers pressed in the back of her head gently. When a roar came to their side, the passionate kiss lasted for quite a while before their lips parted. Both individuals breathed heavily. Not after long, the confusion, and disbelief that was written on her face.

If the King knew that her bodyguard had feelings for her, would he punish him for such inappropriate behavior? He just stole her first kiss? Was he mad?

He smiled sadly when he saw her reaction. He knew she had to take it all slowly.

He fled, leaving the woman alone. She watched him retreat through the darkness and she hasn't noticed that her lips formed a sad smile. She honestly don't know how to react from his feelings that he showed to her. For now, the survival is her first priority on this fight.

Gray eyes were now all fixed to her. Those zombies consumed only one thought: So hungry! Eat her! Eat her! Eat delicious human flesh.

They all looked ugly and scary.

Looking at their appearance her face wrinkled in disgust as she raised her the long sword then charged. This will be a long fight. She thought grimly.

The other person saw everything outside as if she was watching a scene. Every time she wanted to move but her body wouldn't obey. She couldn't escape or run away from these zombies, that she had seen in movies. It felt so surreal and unbelievable.

The more she struggled, the more her body became warier by the minute.

'Stop fighting it' a female voice echoed her mind. 'You and I know that you couldn't regain control of this body. . . .unless the death take me.' The same voice she had heard earlier. It became louder now.

The other person felt so confused and petrified at the same time. She couldn't remember how she got here nor know where she was. She thought she couldn't hear her. And now, she was relieved because she had heard? What kind of question is that? She didn't even know the woman was.

Although, her only choice in this situation was to listen to the woman's words.

The said woman felt her complex emotions swirled on her mind. The confusion, the lack of trust, and her intention to listen to her which was particularly the right option. She felt that this woman, here, right now, was strange as if she had known her somewhere. A strong bond or connection chained upon both their soul as if they reached each other in a long time with different dimensions.

At that moment, there was a low, sinister hiss that became a snarl of rage; deep, bloodied hand reach out behind her before it reaches to her, she drew out her knife and cut the hand. These rattled and erected themselves with the slight pain of the attack.

Out of rage, its head raised to bite at her with raw human bloody teeth. With a small flick on her fingers, the knife sliced the neck furiously, that had yanked the zombie's head, leaving the body with headless sight.

Adrenaline pumped rapidly, her mind clouded as she could hear a faint song inside of her as if ominous were happening, soft ancient whispers penetrating the depths of her soul, sending ripples of foreign energy in her veins.

Suddenly, she charged forward through the swarm zombies that were heading towards her. She twirled the blade across her wrist, blooding flowing in every touch, slicing hundreds of undead's neck, bringing sweet crimson release, in each twirl, she danced in her blade so eloquently, so agonizing spilling out the blood of her people that had just changed into a zombie in a short time. They were a living human awhile ago. She had no choice but to let them rest in peace.

She was bathed on their blood, her face smeared with the smell of it, she didn't pay attention to what was happening to her. The ends of her ink-black hair were slowly turning into crimson. Her dark aquamarine eyes were partly shrouded with red.

Zombies clouded her proximity and she couldn't find an opening to breakthrough. Decapitated heads flew high feet miles away as she tried to strive out alive.

While she was fighting at the middle low-level of zombies, there was a zombie that had reached on high-level around five-level watching in her every move. As she was busy fighting the others, the five high-level took the opportunity and launch at her with its vicious claws. It was unexpected, she didn't regain to prepare from that attack.

At that moment, she was thrown out with one flick round half-miles feet away. This made her coughed out blood from extreme momentum. She had reached the edge of the cliff. So close, close enough to make her fall.

Groaning, she sluggishly to stood from her fall, but gritted her teeth when she saw the male five-high level zombie approach at her. There was something about her that made the male five-high level zombie interested to her. A strong power lingering to that female human body that caught his attention. He wanted to find out what it is.

She heard that the other who was trapped, yelling on her mind in a frightening tone, "Run!".

Before any of them could bite, strong energy surges on her brain, making both of them yell in pain.

It was like thousands of needles seemingly pricking her brain. They became numb and unbearable, however, she couldn't let herself cry out; yet, her body felt foreign and burning. 'Pain, so much pain.'

Before he reached to her, suddenly, there was ringing music filtered through the fading darkness of Aria's consciousness, inviting her to leisurely wakefulness. She lay still, eyes closed, till the melody ended. It was an alarm from her phone, awakening her from the real world.

Blinking several times, she fought against the heaviness of her eyelids as she struggled to keep her eyes open, the shadows of the dim room sharpened into her dresser, her cheval mirror.

She looked all confused. She really thought she was going to die.

She glanced at the papers scattered on the bedside table, leaving the chair neatly put to where it supposed to be.

Her laptop was left closed, as if someone had turn it off last night. Who could it be?

She can't remember how she get herself sleep on the bed. Unless, someone have could lift her and tuck her in on the bed.

There could be no one else on the apartment other than Luke who stayed the next door. He was her roommate, well, office mate, he decided to work for her as a team for the company.

She has sworn that the remaining memories she had last night were-sitting on her desk, sketching of various kinds of zombies, and a few drafts- for the next video games storyline.

She was accepted and joined a company; one of the most high-tech games on the business. She got herself team up on the zombie section. Her role was taken in charge of the storyline. Amazing isn't it? So it is possible she had known the cure of the virus that had implanted from the human veins.

Earlier, she had this peculiar dream.

Mind bombarded with thousands of images. There was a fire, a city, undead, the sea of corpses and blood.

"Find the cure." The words flashed into her memory, followed closely by an onslaught of images. An old crowned dying man, a box and a key.

She could feel her heart breaking at the man as she said farewell to the old man. 'The King. Her father', another scene flashed through eyes. It was that woman she somehow emerged from her body in that dream.

She was sorting out the images as they appeared. She stood unmoving as she registered everything bit by bit. Amongst the blurred images, a particular shadow covered in blood and it has raw ill-intent gave her some sort of fear.

'What was going on?' no matter how much she wanted to find out why it all happened, but only leaving her in clueless. She couldn't think what it was about.

She rubbed her forehead, trying to remember something.

But it didn't help to find the answer she wanted to know.

Maybe, she needs a break from making video game storylines for a while. It would be possibly the reason why she had a dream that way.