The Zombie Tournament

Act 17 : Hidden Lair of Tonado

 “Gaaaaaaar!”

It is one of the most unpredictable challenge of Minopia’s survival game to note. The competition’s major investors have their money expenditure compressed to become a biggest living abomination of all time. Its creators named him “colossal zombie” on the list of contestant’s wristwatch for a reason that everybody knows in a glance.

(bam-bam-bam)

He wiped out buildings in a single sweep of its four-arm fist. As the major threat of their current survival battle’s theme, the colossal zombie has been made in starvation beforehand, hence his attempt to grab a number of metallic zombies below his legs for snacks. He might be sluggish and could hardly walk in normal pace of a man, but it was never meant to be the beast’s forte to begin with.

Its feet strolls around in half-speed of a regular-sized living dead of the region, but a single leap could drive him about a quarter of hundred distance at once. The only issue of mobility derived from its own inventors and their verdict over the beast’s strings of command, as they had contemplated on the finest method to preserve the colossal zombie’s battery prior to its duty.

Furthermore, above a hundred pairs of the beast’s sharpened teeth could instantly chew down many opponents in one shot, and it surely become one other purpose for the contestants to be considerable in fighting such monstrosity afterwards.

(whoo-whooo)

Even if it startled them at first, the young children of the southeastern stage has now ecstatic in the colossal zombie’s entrance to the arena. They are thrilled to see such mighty beast stroke of combat against many contestants of the city, even though their parents felt disinterested to meeting such reveal. It goes the same with a cluster of nerds from the north, since some of them have been into it from the start.

Likewise, elites of the northwestern stage has applauded of such outstanding entertainment at the time amidst their exquisite banquet on the table. Generals of Minopia has offered their appreciation by placing their left arm to the chest, being proud of such achievement that their technology could fabricate.

“Yipeee! Kudos for the inventors, this is awesome!” The presenter shrieked in joy.

Such playful announcer could no longer contain her happiness towards a splendid creation of Minopia. She hops around in contentment of the colossal zombie’s appearance, then leading most of the northern-side geeks into following her lead.

Subsequently, she speaks again to the microphone in gleeful fashion,”To add our fun today, anyone that could slay our star would gain a hundred thousand dollars of virtual money. How’s that for Minopia’s generosity?”

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A zombified human has a need to satisfy. His throat rejected a normal dish of commoners and brought him to puke consistently afterwards. Damon has experienced such agonizing numbness within his mind from time to time, and the caped-assassin’s whole figure was sunken in deep hunger for blood and savory taste of human flesh.

(grumble-grumble)

Damon’s face shriveled and goes crippling down in every hour of meat deprivation. His arms’ soft skin were withered away from constant lack of food. The caped-assassin’s mind has pictured of the moisturized flesh of a woman. Or else, the man feels an appetite for rather-chewy taste of a male’s robust muscle, to boot.

(rustle-rustle)

“Ugh...”

And now, the caped-assassin’s stomach protested on Damon’s forceful abstain to eat. It flares variations of sound towards the man’s reluctance to devour something up for energy, yet his own stomach rejects proposals from many forms of heated meals from the crew of Tonado's homebase. For certain, his organs wanted warm bodies to fuel himself up, but nobody would comply to share their own for breakfast.

In the other way around, it seems that none of Tonado’s crew received such notions from Damon’s suspicious looks on the operation table. They kept giving him a well-cooked food, yet they have to wipe a vomit from the zombified human shortly after.

“How’re we gonna feed him, then? It’s weird.” Tanya Rushdi scratched her heads by the unusual approach of the man,”Or, he might be....”

“Urgh, give me a fresh one to bite, dummy.” Damon mumbled. He seeks to no one, but then the caped-assassin’s eyes lingered towards her skin slightly.

“What are you looking at, Demon? You’re a good collection, truly, but those human form needs to be removed at some point.”

Otherwise, due to his flickering observation, Juno Rumondor has finally grasped of something odd from the man’s tone of voice. Being keen of natural zombie’s reaction from hunger in his research, Juno Rumondor could perceive Damon’s interest over Tanya's tender shape of flesh. Indeed, a female's soft tissue could be more easily digested than male’s brawn muscle, and a poor stomach is always in need for an easy one to prey upon.

”Hahaha, Definitely needs a body, this one. Hand him our frozen zombie, Tony!” the old captain laughs at them hysterically.

The old captain’s gesture pointed at the cold storage for a blonde-haired man before him to approach, which then agreed to do so as he pleased. That man, Tony Simmons, is the leader for their Government quadrant’s homebase. For the means of weaponry, he mostly utilized his brass knuckle to smash away deviant’s living dead from his reach, yet a shotgun on his back could do the job nonetheless.

Identical to Tanya Rushdi, His intention for searching a good parts of zombie has allured him to enter Tonado’s fighting club. Tony Simmons has a passion in art and demeanor of a monarch. However, the man felt a shame to follow a metal-replacement limbs like Gorand industries’ style of improvement, therefore dragging him to favor Tonado’s conventional approach for doing so onwards.

Otherwise, main perks of Tonado in chemical concoction gave the man lots of methods to improve without needing a metallic parts. Tony Simmons usually experimented with Juno Rumondor for some development in the zombie’s limbic senses. Yellow-tinted eyes has been one of the proud result from their long-term research, and it also become his reason to stay permanently for improving their art.

“Here, that’s a chopped fingers for you, Damon.”

Tony Simmons handed a plate for the caped-assassin to eat. Damon’s entire body shuddered from its own weakened state as the acidic smell of the fingers entered his nose. The caped-assassin’s stomach moans a bit as a showcase of enjoyment. It yells, sometimes, as its digestive organs complained of how long would it take for him to actually hit a snack.

(chomp-chomp)

“It’s empty. Have another?” Damon added as he wipes off a stint of blood over the lips.

“Hahaha!”Juno Rumondor chuckled a bit by the man’s sudden drive of food,“Yes, why not? Serve him the fatty legs, Tony.”

(bzzt-bzzt)

On the other hand, Zeno Gunnar has connected the last row of Sanna Gunnar’s left leg and bound them up with an iron screw. Juno Rumondor tweaked his little brother’s thighs with titanium-plated metal to ensure no shredded joints would occur in the future. A sturdy one like this has ensured promotion on the speedster zombie’s movement, hence the young knight's reason to put them on.

For Sanna's organic limbs, however, Juno Rumondor has stashed them in the moving storage of their government quadrant headquarters. He ensured the young knight of its safety, even though it takes a full hour for Zeno Gunnar to agree on every single sentence from the captain’s boast.

"Rest a bit, tough guy."

(smooch)

“Graaow.”

The young knight kissed on Sanna’s wrinkled forehead. His little brother, contrarywise, laid just a modest growl towards him at  most. It seems that somehow the beast’s nerve responded in rather calmer tone than before. Indeed, it is all happening because of Juno Rumondor’s high dose of zombie’s sedatives, so Zeno Gunnar has no glimpse of astonishment in return.

(chomp!chomp!)

In the end of his procedure, Zeno Gunnar taps on Sanna’s gray hair with his left hand. He rubs on them for a gratitude on the beast's well-being. The young knight has known for sure of Damon’s true motives, back then, and Zeno Gunnar mocked himself for being clueless of such reason to this day.

Looking at his wristwatch, Zeno Gunnar sighed,”Time for meditate, then.”

To-do-list of his wristwatch called the young knight for another sort of approach. Meditation has become one way to suppress an ablaze volcano within his heart. Zeno Gunnar adopts this in the schedule based on Juno Rumondor’s suggestion. Of a man’s mistake to build, numerous of them were underlying beneath lavishly-constructed anger, hence the young knight’s decision to follow through.

(krieek)

Zeno Gunnar pushed the wooden door of their recent headquarters and slid it to the side. A flow of spa’s heat has seeped into the young knight’s eyes, brighten his mood in an instant. Juno Rumondor has the bath installed for relaxation of a day’s brawl. It has been there since the very beginning of Minopia’s game years back, so a little dent of moss could be seen at the top.

“.....”

The young knight settled himself in silence at the cornerstone of the bath. He recollected many information from their latest conversation in his thought within. Juno Rumondor has told him of how long he was entrapped in this competition. For seven years, The old captain has to endure variations of challenges in the contest. To add of the injury, the man’s zombie partner was actually his daughter, as well.

Then, The old man reminisced of Rudolfo’s unbearable fate. As a seasoned veteran of the game, the sniper holder was stuck in Minopia for about ten years. His sniper-head partner was called as Serena, a deceased wife of his in the nuclear tragedy upon their country, even though the man himself rarely does so to her body.

For a salutation on his service, Juno Rumondor has preserved Rudolfo’s wife head in the cold storage, and he decided to do a proper burial for her sake in the future.

And for the last, the four-legged zombie’s golden axe is in the same field of history with Deino Gunnar’s golden Greatsword. It was forged in mount Naida by the adept blacksmith from Animea. In adverse to the Golden Greatsword, though, the four-legged zombie’s Golden axe devoured its opponent courage. Consequently, many of those that fallen from the battle against was resulted from their own self-contempt.

“huu-haa.”

An image of his master arrived to his heart. The old man speaks of virility as the main source of a knight’s power. However, one could no longer rely on them as the sole part of their chivalry. Rather, a concentrated serenity could enhance a power into multitude of greatness, but one should no longer bound into rage as their main sort of enhancement afterwards.

Zeno Gunnar having those in his veins once, but failed to commence them in his many fights so far, hence his solitary fortitude under the roof of Tonado's spa.

“To re-animate those inner power of yours, channel deep into your breath.” The old man stated.

The young knight follows the instruction in a single exhale. He controls the flow of oxygen, immersing its tranquility in constant manner.

"Hmmmm..."

At once, Zeno Gunnar’s body was enveloped within a glowing white aura. A knight of Numonia perceives this as their vessel for victory. Their speed and coordination would be increased considerably, thus carried them into triumph by conquering the opponent’s bravery for their own. Its white-induced light would be stronger as they linked towards each other, so Numonian knights have trained themselves to work in rhythm formation everytime a skirmish is there to complete.

(grumble-grumble)

“Graaaa!”

All of sudden, a high-pitch clamor of the colossal zombie crossed the threshold of their defense. It is close, lurking behind their door to search for victim.

“Well, time for me to do something with that beast, then.” The young knight said, seeing Tony Simmons interrupted his solemn position in such a hurry,”What do we need to do, Simmons?”

“A simple cat and dog chase, apparently. Hope you have speed against that beast.”