The Zombie Tournament

Act 8 : Two Lovers

With regards to Tanya’s request, Zeno Gunnar departed towards the bleeping light inside his wristwatch for following the track of his partner’s current location. She was stranded in five kilometers apart underneath a tubular-shaped building at the center of the city. Judging from its structure,  the marks pointed at the biggest department store of Minopia’s shopping district. To reach the place in his current speed, the young knight has to run in about 20 minutes by his wristwatch’s tag of its distance.

Of course, Zeno Gunnar has them wrapped under his bag, since he was a decorated marathon runner of Numonia years before. No male sprinter was capable to overtake him around the city’s desert terrain, and he’s close to his father’s record by the age of 12, so being in a maximum speed under the heat of sunny day is nowhere near of a problem to the man.

(bam!)

“Graa!”

Across the empty area of the main street, Deino and Sanna Gunnar were dashing beside their master for aiding him against many obstacles along the way. There are zombie deserters around them. Those who were orphaned by their collector’s sudden death has to thrive on their own. Indeed, herds of zombies like these would be attractive for a true limbs collector of the competition, thus bringing them into contest to seize them all in a close combat.

But then, many of them were actually a stray in disguise, so an adept knowledge of their species would be useful to convey.

The young knight, however, has no taste for such immoral practice in his mind. A price for one well-preserved arm from the elastic female zombie would surely bring them a fortune, but Zeno Gunnar put them away to the nearest ground for a decent burial instead.

On the other sense, Deino Gunnar has preyed on the gigantic zombie’s body, indeed, but having some of them in place when his appetite was dropping low to the bottom.

Within that moment. Zeno Gunnar prayed for the two zombie’s remains. A flow of tear was dripping down to his cheek. The two beast’s serene expression has reminded him of the two brothers’ casual day of sitting at the banks of Hamnos River. No matter of how degrading their looks are, they were once a living resident of a country, after all.

In his own fantasy, The gigantic zombie was once a responsible adult of Numonia. Being an owner of a sizable field of cultivation, He was having errands to produce money out of his farm.

Of the female zombie beside him, Zeno Gunnar considered herself to be the gigantic zombie’s spouse, which was arrived to the farm for giving him a helping hand to the duty. They were happy and enjoying a scorching heat of mid-day sunlight, as many of long-term marriage would be, and their love were prosperous to the end of their lives.

An unspoiled scenery of two lovers, for sure, until a nuclear reaction swallowed them both into madness of a living dead’s impulse.

(dang!)

“Die, you pest!” The young knight shouted against the beast.

(dang!!)

Zeno Gunnar whacked his diamond shield against a zombie with oversized arms before him. For many of the collector’s mind, these species of zombies deemed to be a consistent failure of a product. They have no course of defense and means of attack in consecutive manner. To include of the minus point of their limbs’ incapacity to move an inch, a number of collector have to plunge deep inside their pockets for assembling the extended body parts to be the true gigantic zombie of power.

“Graaa!”

(s***h!)

Behind him, Deino Gunnar was cutting many zombie’s guts by the vibrant weapon in his hand. Nonetheless, the legendary warrior’s soul-fused Greatsword has no stint of dread to feed upon. It was quivering in a slower tempo than before, within its attempt to scavenge leftovers of the dead person’s fear inside their heart, yet having to drink their clot of blood to sustain. Being renowned for its domineering size, the Greatsword’s current dimension boasted half of the metal’s actual triumph, and it was in a depraving hunger to gouge out terror of the living’s soul at the moment.

(swoosh!swoosh!)

(s***h!)

As for Sanna Gunnar, five liters of blood from the Gigantic zombie’s carcass were sufficient for him to scale up into three-fold of his regular running speed. He jolts around twenty meters of the main street’s pavement road in two seconds, much better than a common living dead of his species.

(tap-tap-tap)

The young zombie scales up the wall for extra support to decimate another speedsters before their constant run. There are countless stray zombie of this type that were roaming by themselves. The beast’s owner usually let them hunt down their meal alone, hence their presence in many areas of the city, while also struggling to fend off the other competitor’s speedster zombie in the night of sleep.

(s***h!)

Sanna Gunnar has summoned an area-scale lightning strike by a blade of the dark sword. It fries many of the beast’s limbs in immediate fashion. However, a small bit of electricity hits both of the living dead’s partner, as a consequence of his jumbled-up summoning effect was imminent to behold.

(bzzt-bzzt)

For Deino Gunnar, it means a drastic change to his mode, by the way of exchange from red to be green in color on either sides of the beast’s vision.

“Graaa!”

Under the stream of green eye’s magnificent perception and velocity, Deino Gunnar goes on the par towards speedster zombie’s thundering speed around them. It gives him a thinner scales of brawn on both arms for a favorable speed booster to the feet. It was happened in adverse to the common sense, though, that the legendary warrior’s natural strength still lingered as he gobsmacked one of the runners in a single punch of his fist.

“Oww!”

Otherwise, Sanna Gunnar’s electric shock has bruised his elder brother’s left arm by a small indent of burn across the wrist. Zeno’s golden breastplate could not resist a piercing bullet of the thunder if it was hitting on the exposed areas of his arm. As for the time being, the young knight was fighting against another deformed living dead of the gigantic zombie’s type, so he received all of the aftershock in acceptance.

“Hyaa! Hyaa! Try this one for good.”

(clang!)

Zeno Gunnar has deflected most of a deformed zombie’s kick by the thrust of his shield. Unlike many others in their ranks, an extensive-feet zombie required careful attention to fight against. They have better mobility and arsenal of attack to muster than the arms’ oriented one within their posture’s difficulty at the most. In spite of their lack on proper martial arts training, the beast could still utilise both of them for battle without their collector’s supervision beforehand.

(clang!clang!)

(bam!)

The beast unleashed an overhead kick towards Zeno Gunnar for an ultimate attack, but went unsuccessful because of how fluent her enemy in handling his dark sword at the time. Zeno Gunnar could parry its advance without looking at her upcoming attack, before coordinating his movement to cut off one of its leg afterwards.

The young knight then smirks, “Thanks for the meal today, ugly bastard.”

(s***h)

Zeno’s attacker now goes handicapped by the man’s relentless might. Without delay, Zeno Gunnar removed her other legs in a short-sweeping movement of the sword.

Despite endless amount of usage throughout his battle, the young knight’s steel is still in its prominent ability of a newly-smelted weapon of death. Identical to the Golden Greatsword of Numonia, the young knight’s twin were forged on the bowel of Mount Naida, as well. For a surge of enchantment’s properties, the twin sword’s blacksmith once needed a weather forecast to estimate on a meteorite shower ahead, while having a doze off under the sea of stars and keeping his schedule tight before the volcano’s eruption occurred.

In addition to the sword’s reliable proportion and swiftness of a meteorite blade, its edge carries an indefinite sharpness to rip off a joint without applying decent momentum to its hilt. Of all things considered, Zeno Gunnar only have to put a decent strike to cut down a beast and everything will be sorted out in a flash.

And now, the young knight has decimated the tenth deformed zombies of the day. He feels exhausted, yet also have to comply against so many others of the main street.

“Alright! Time to take a break.”

Regardless, Zeno Gunnar’s decision to lay down was too dangerous to behold, as other wave of speedster zombies has sniffed his blood from kilometers away.

“Damn it. Where’s their collector, for real?”

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Their distant voyage reached its end by the rise of a sunset on the western horizon. Sanna and Deino have spilled over a hundred of zombies’ blood under the shadow of crumbled buildings of the main street. In the other side of the battle, Zeno Gunnar sits on the spotless side of the road and gulping his last assortment of food in his bags. His stomach could linger for more hours to come, but still in need to be restocked anyhow.

“Ah, such a perfect view of nightfall, indeed.” The young knight commented on the plain sight of the sun as it goes down to slumber. He chews the roll of croissants from the first day’ breakfast, munching it in section to enjoy the bread’s chocolate fillings slowly.

”Hey, father, you have a finger on the lips!” He said in cheerful tone of voice. In return, Deino Gunnar affirmed, licking on his mouth to crunch fallen enemies’ severed fingers at once.

(grumble-grumble)

Similar to the young knight and his small-time dinner, the two ferocious beings were crouching on the bed side of the main street to plunder on their triumph. Sanna Gunnar has chosen to take a sip over one of the speedster zombie’s spine. On the opposite side, Deino has a thigh of the swollen-leg zombie before him for an intake of fuel to his stomach.

(drap-drap-drap)

Someone’s arriving from the distance. Its silhouette beckoned firsthand to both eyes of the young knight. The main street’s rows of lantern were displaying a stint of the person’s shadow, but somehow has no precise sightings on the actual person’s figure in general.

(drap-drap-drap)

It’s getting close. The young knight prepared a vigilant stance by an imminent danger ahead, staying strong to grip his sword for a surprise attack against the beast, before aimlessly slouching back to his former unaware posture after a stone’s throw distance on his front.

“Ah, that sturdy dog, huh.” He mumbled,”Too tough to be called indestructible, I guess.”

All of sudden, Rio the Fistfighter zombie appeared with piles of arms and legs inside a small carrier behind. Zeno Gunnar perceived a glimpse of dirt on the zombie’s feet with numerous smears of them across its waist . As he was the sole human in the short session of burial, he realized of someone’s familiar within the wagon, thus bringing him to curiosity afterwards.

“Hey, where are you dragging those to?” He shouted, but have none out of the beast as a respond.

The young knight knows for certain that it was a direct order from Tanya Rushdi. Her eyes turned bright by the elastic female zombie earlier, and the fist-fighter zombie was there for grabbing all of them as a merchandise to collect.

(drap-drap-drap)

Nonetheless, Zeno Gunnar has no way to halt Rio’s engage in corpse delivery for his master. The young knight could attempt on unloading them by force, but then refuted to do so in minutes after.

He will have a difficult time on searching his partner’s landing site, if he does that by instinct.