The Zombie Tournament

Act 37 : The Queen's Child

Frank Terino flicks on the blue-trigger option of Damon’s power-up. His red-pupils switched up to full-blue in seconds after. The half-zombie’s normal speed capacity has yielding a wonder against regular speedster zombie of the wilderness, yet it has been overclocked to more than twofold when his blue-induced power erupted.

“You’ll have exactly an hour. Tell us on what you have found only when it is necessary.” Zeno Gunnar instructed,”Don’t speak to the transmission unless there’s a problem, to add. I have to update our position, too, and it will be interrupted in midway of your speech if you tried to talk in it every time.”

Damon nodded,“Roger that.”

(zap)

The half zombie runs away to the east, slightly dashing in maximum velocity to 10 kilometers of the city’s position immediately. He topped off a kilometer in less than forty seconds at most. The forest in-between blurred down as Damon strikes across. It is one of many nights without downpour of vital plasma in veins. His golden keris swinging rapidly inside the sheath by the perpetual thirst of blood that inscribed within the metal. Indeed, the half-zombie has to quench the metal’s drought by plowing them down within the juice of red regularly, just to stop it from constant shiver every time it has none of victims to come forth.

(tap-tap-tap)

And now, Damon faces three guards under the shine of moonlight. If he put them down by agony, their scream will incite a commotion to the city’s outside barracks in an instant. Nothing good will emanate from that huge distraction, except if it was meant to be from the start of their strategy.

Instead of slaying them off in the open, how about a silent attack to make them fell unconscious? At times, having three guards lying down will initiate a massive hubbub, regardless of how it was happened from the beginning. It is unwise to settle them out by a bash and hopping out without concern of its consequence right after.

(swoosh)

“Whoa, what is it? Did you see that?” One of the guard frowned, followed by a slight confusion to his eyebrows after a glimpse of unknown goes past them at once. The other answered with tilted head to him as a reply.

“You’re not drinking those green beer, are you? Our chief warned you to get out from those habit-“ the second guard yapped. However, the third of their group muffled his mouth in advance before he could finish a sentence,”Sorry man, he’s just a newbie. I shouldn’t bring him this early.” The man apologized, scratching the hair to say sorry for his protege’s mistake.

Of course, nobody is on the par to shadow his movements. Damon’s extraordinary swiftness has been his most-acquired forte of many other skills that the person has over the years. Sanna Gunnar is one of the rarity that could fight against him one-on-one to this extent, and the half-zombie goes lucky for himself to be alive on their side this time around.

“Heads up, I’m now entering their zone.” Damon whispered.

“Affirmed. Eagle goes in a jog to the tap water for a sip.”

The tap water’s callsign was declared for the one of nearby waterfall to the westernmost area of Militistaro. It is the main source of river streams around Minopia. Its high ground provides an utmost certainty of surveillance and better coverage of Militistaro forest’s-hidden landscape. On the other hand, Their female scout will be harmless and safe if the man’s assistance is needed.

(kriek-kriek)

“I can’t find Damon there. He might be running too fast for me to see.” Tanya Rushdi was inclined to the cliff and toying with her binocular. She watches onto the half-zombie’s presumed position before the group of barracks and searching for his whereabouts. Being congested with reconnaissance objective at the time, He focus will eventually pays to her favor regardless.

In gleeful cheer, Tanya Rushdi shrieked a bit,”I can locate him now! He’s going rendezvous to the large tent near the main gate.” She informed. Zeno Gunnar affirmed of the information with a thumbs-up to the upper side of the waterfall.

“Okay, we can observe you, Damon. Be watchful on your steps.” Zeno Gunnar reported to the running man below. To the main control’s confirmation of his trails, Damon pings on his helmet and placed himself within adjacent space in-between tents nearby to hide.

“Roger. I’ll snap a picture for their entire defense and will try to find something inside the big one in front of me. Be right back.” The half-zombie replied, then cut their transmission with a click.

(tap-tap-tap)

For a complete picture of Militistaro’s sturdy defense, The half-zombie has to run across the four lines of passage of the city’s square-formed bastion to collect a photo of its doorway. They have been registered as a contender of the game, indeed, but a mysterious consequence of their knowledge deprivation was lurking behind.

“Alright, I’ll go on to snap-“ Damon lowered the camera’s lens on the wristwatch to gain a comprised pattern of the metal door’s picture,”Hmmm, It’s far too low...” Damon pouted in mumble. He has to furnish everything into the frame, but the city gate’s authenticity is in question without the king’s mark on the handle. Its crown logo were crafted on either end of the gate’s panel, quite in contrast to the common city’s normal handle placement design. Similar to the fortress wall’s green and black stripes, Militistaro’s main entrance also got covered in one.

(snap)

“Go on..... and..... sent.”

Juno Rumondor has spoken of the five cities’ past as a kingdom before. Militistaro was hated by anyone within Minopia’s fortification because of their gruesome act as a war-mongering savage. They love battlefield more than anyone else, harrassing every country’s peace with new weapon technology for an ounce of ordeal. Minopia was a little one in the middle, back then, and always in prone of being trifled with its neighboring country’s demand. They had to encase themselves with minus in deposit because of many rubbles that evoked after the war had situated nearby, hence their augmented technology to recover collateral injury in a single flip of three-dimensional printer around the country.

This particular improvement was proven to be the triumphed strategy for countering their opponent in silence. No matter of how harsh they have been, a little to no cost was sufficient to replace everything in a flash. The vast capitals of Militistaro that were derived from countless plunder and pillage goes into abyss by mere solutions of reconstructions, and they were obliterated from the constellation in less than a year afterwards to blend in Minopia’s massive conquest in an instant.

That is one of the team’s contemplation on the less information they had from the Queen. It could be a small skirmish from Militistaro and a political turmoil to beckon with. Their team need insurance of Queen Aldana’s child location without anyone knowing of their reason, even better if they could poach a bite of their motives, as well.

(beep-beep)

‘Surveillance mode initiated.’

As to the young knight at the lower ground, He switched on the legendary warrior’s might for detection of enemies around their zone of scrutiny. He is the second-quickest in terms of speed encounter in their group of zombie at the moment. After all, their wagon is jammed with precious first-rate rotten flesh and human supplies that was deeply in need to be protected at all cost.

“Grrrr...”

Zeno Gunnar touched his father’s armored suit and caressed it upon the rear,”Don’t be reckless, now, father. We’ll get you a good thigh, I promise.” He mumbled. Instead of answering, a living dead could only grumbling in its own crackled voice. Deino Gunnar groans under the lips and puttered into its own hunger of tenderloin slabs.

“How about you, Terino? What are you gonna do with Rudolfo’s sniper rifle?” The young knight then shouted to the narrow-eyed curvy man at the edge of the hill. It enacts a flickering hope to the man’s furrowed eyes as soon as the young knight referred to the idle long-range weapon inside the wagon.

“Really? Ah damn, that’s what I’m looking for.” Frank Terino hollered,”I’ll snipe out anyone that intrudes our son down there.”

“Get it, then. We have no time to waste.”

Zeno Gunnar placed himself close to the sole escape route of the road. He listened to any piece of information from the half-zombie for deducting his own role to the game. Damon is fast and too fuzzy to be seen in advance, that is for sure, but nobody will predict of a person’s appearance in similar tone of power under their enemy’s ranks. When it is time to make a move, Zeno Gunnar would arrive there by the speed of white aura and attempting to lay down a diversion for his partner to escape.

(bzzt)

“Ah, he snapped a picture.”

The young knight pondered to the gateway’s metallic square. No holes are intact and it is fairly spotless to the bone. There are no weak points to penetrate, as much. A number of heat-seeking camera were wandering to fixated direction for coating up any forthcoming visitors of the city-state with automated judgement. It also has neither ladders nor protruding rocks on the wall for themselves to climb up.

Zeno Gunnar grabbed his sculpted chin in question, but then conclude it with a nod,”I guess the answers lie inside the large tent.” He spoke out loud for focus to decide,”I have to call-“

“Yes, I’m on my way, Zeno.” Damon replied hastily,”I’ll just have to go on a trip to the other north first.”

(bzzt)

A whole period to wait feels to be an insurmountable burden for the current leader of the squad. He wants to have action and pummeled bad boys’ face around, but the task ordered him to stay in the shadow for once. His twin swords were whistling a word of murder to the young knight. They allured him to stay out of comfort zone and forfeited to their will. To kill or to be killed, they stated in his mind, as a knight never kneel against a challenge on board.

(bzzt)

Tone of the wristwatch has somewhat shifted into a shimmering pitch of splendor for Zeno Gunnar’s tedious mind. He jumped a bit in delight, clicking on the answer button in a hurry to bring Damon’s figure to his vision.

“I have something for you, Zeno.” The half-zombie murmured,”It seems we have a ton of conflict with this objective. From the radio conversation inside the tent, they kept indicating of a noble personality in capture.”

“What did they meddle about, then?” Zeno Gunnar fell impatient and gritting his teeth a little. In the radio transmission, Damon sighed.

“She’s one of the survival game’s contestant and Valentino Rosta’s target for medal hunt.”