The Zombie Tournament

Act 21 : A circumstantial coincidence

(ding-dong)

‘Welcome to Welodge Industries. Which floor is it?’

Similar to the lobby’s entrance, Tony Simmons encountered a greeting message of Welodge. Instead of having a vibrant sound across the room at most, the elevator provides a hologram of a floor operator to navigate across numbers on the panel.

“I suppose Gunnar has spoken about 46th floor.” He mumbled, responding to the hologram’s static query,” Well, if I got it wrong, I’ll only have to fight somebody that I shouldn’t be, then.” 

The hologram floor operator beams slightly, then nodding to Tony Simmons in response,“46th floor, it is.”

(click-click)

Tony Simmons is escorted by two loyalists of his group for the time being. Female gunner zombie is in her short-reaction posture for dealing with approaching enemies once they arrived. She bolstered the machine gun’s barrel up front, ready to burst out in flame anytime Tony Simmons demands it as a plan. Her eyes are still in pink-mode of battlefield, as well, mainly beneficial for defending her master at the rearmost of their formation inside the lift.

A few ticks to the machine gunner’s position, Tony Simmon’s “Lucky-seven” shotgun-wielder zombie was standing at the right flank of his master’s spot. The living dead holds his shotgun slightly up to the right shoulder. It set sights on the center areas of the lift’s metal door for one reason. A pesky intruder would attempt on force-opening the door by creaking it across the middle, and a shotgun usually deals a blow to such method in succession.

(zuuu-zuuu-zuuu)

(1.......2........3.........4)

Blinding lights, patterns of shadows were passing through the lift’s window pane. Bleeping illuminations of the floor numbers enshrined them in every transitions of the building’s levels. From one to ten floor of the building, the lift has surpassed all of them in a matter of seconds due to the modern technology of Minopia.

Within the light green-ish wall of the elevator, the three visitors of Welodge industries are plunged into stillness against the tight space of the room. To increase the awkwardness in between, the door operator’s hologram kept his smile towards Tony Simmons without any follow-up to come onwards. It was programmed to do so until the guest embarked, and that is the main excuse for Tony Simmons to mumble a wordless song under his shuttered lips.

On the other way around, a pair of zombie on the man’s side rumbles by itself on their ceaseless thirst for flesh. They continue to hum in their utmost crave of the meat tenderness underneath human’s pelvis. Indeed, a living dead’s mind are never projected on such part’s actual taste, but their instinct will always put the teeming ones to devour firsthand.

(ting!)

“You reached the 46th floor of Welodge headquarters.’

(poof)

In a number of minutes later, the door’s lift opened. The operator dismissed himself in a flash of their entrance to the room, leaving nothing but a pile of dust on the ceramic tile below. Flows of natural dark green immersed instantly into Tony Simmons’ perception of the office corridor ahead. There are six doors on the northern side of the wall, and most of the brown-tinted doors are closed for a slight-peek of the man.

Tony Simmons prepared both brass knuckles on his palms to encounter any surprise attack from the door. He flicks on numerous list of command within the wristwatch, then speaks into the earpiece for verbal instructions afterwards.

“Move to the right, subject-01. For subject-02, follow-up on me from behind.” The captain muttered.

(tap-tap-tap)

Their destination is a different tone of entryway on the eastern side. Rather than being painted in brown, the stale color of blue is adorned. Valentino Rosta, it says, as he stood for the general manager of Welodge industries’ production and maintained the stream of manufacture in his department’s work.

(brak!)

Out of the blue, the last door from the western side corridor is broken down by force. Three mini-size speedster zombies are dazzling in speed towards the three intruders of Tonado. Neither of them carrying a noteworthy apparatus to defend against. Much alike to the regular speedster of the city, all three of them has gray-hair, yet a noticeable variance could be perceived on their tiny form of figure.

They have rows of protruding ribs on the back, forming a gruesome pattern of wings across the upper side of their torso.

For sure, definite countermeasure is needed to brawl on such agility. In conventional battle theories of old, melee form of assault is better to encounter speedster zombie’s high tendency on evasion. Rudolfo has told him of such mechanism early in the game. Being a veteran in range-to-range combat, he was once known for battling many upcoming speedster zombies with bare hands. Everything that the man required to be done was grabbing the living dead’s neck and broke it down with pure strength.

(bam!)

Instead of directly pursued the trio and handling them before the neck, Tony Simmons smacks them up with ease. Their primitive influence could be read with no trouble once a human survivor involved in too much battlefield against. Speedster zombies’ habit to pursue on their victim’s nape usually bring them down to either flanks, as it was the most delicate part to perform and consider thereof.

(bam!)

The second speedster zombie was knocked off by Tony Simmon’s metal knuckles.

(bam!)

At last, the third one got pummelled by a single thrust of the captain’s jab and shuttered off immediately.

“Fuh, that is no threat for us. What’s the matter of them, really?” Tony Simmons groaned,”Why do we have to-“

(blast!)

Another current of speedster zombies has emerged from the easternmost door. Embedded in similar feature with their former ally, they crawl on the ceilings and hop on random pattern to confuse their enemy’s sight. However, Shotgun-wielder zombie of Tony Simmons could recite on the beast’s conform springs, hence his careful supervision on their movement at the time.

(bang!)

His automatic shotgun explodes in heat after learning on the speedster zombie’s line of advance. A scattered fragments of the beast’s weapon has obliterated the three of them in an instant. They stood no chance to evade on spreading bullets, to have them all decimated in one blast.

(tit-tit-tit-tit)

Without warning, the six zombie’s corpses are swallowed up in blue flame. It was started at the edge of their ribs and encased its entire body under the heat. Indeed, It was apparent for Tony Simmons to notice a slight difference on the speedster zombie’s remains, yet his mind has nothing of an answer to the phenomenon implied.

“How could they-“

(Boom!)

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Zeno Gunnar and his group are rushing within the dampness of emergency stairs despite the lobby’s lift enormous width. His father’s volatile impulse has been the main factor for the young knight to tread on the steps. Indeed, such substantial change of plans has concerning him greatly, but having to encounter Deino Gunnar’s unstable rage would be far-fetched to comply.

(tap-tap-tap)

“the 20th... we’re almost there, father.” Zeno Gunnar leaps on his breath,”Sanna, don’t forget to land once we arrived! You’ll be falling down if you’re not careful.”

Being the man in overpowering agility, Sanna Gunnar lies on its meticulous jumps towards each corner of the emergency stairs’ room. His running speed exceeds the available leg room to traverse. In corresponds to such domination of pace, the speedster zombie confronts many chapter of failure to keep up on the floor by bouncing across edges. He scrambles along the wall for returning back to the platform.

In the opposite, Deino Gunnar crashed to the stair handle everytime he needs to go around. The legendary warrior’s indomitable strength lacks resolute control for rolling out across the turn. He revolved under the might for resolving such trouble ahead, hence his abrasive method to force a rotation in every twirl of the stairs. He goes on by breaking the rails in advance, sometimes even tackling the wall for extra support.

On the other hand, Zeno Gunnar’s white glow has been ceased out a moment of time ago. The young knight’s most favored mystical prowess would only be reliable in ten minutes at most. Certainly, he could increase such power’s durability by constant practice, with essence of meditation in several recess of the battle.

“Now, we’re closing in to thirty... What a bumpy ride.”

Zeno Gunnar’ body are well-developed, for him to be capable on withstanding two zombie partner’s tenacity and driving upstairs without gasping for air. The young knight’s considerable clash with various types of monstrosities were weaving his own vigor under the vest. For now, he could maintain a fixed 20 meters distance against Sanna Gunnar’s maximum rate of speed, and the shining pattern of white would significantly improve the man’s mobility to be on the similar degree afterwards.

And then, they made it to the 46th floor after spending a total of fifteen minutes on the emergency stairs. This is the place for Zeno Gunnar’s doubts and qualms of danger. Under the influence of Numonia’s mark of serenity, The young knight felt a steady source of menace within the very floor they’re at, so he chose to oppose such threat before it could actually bloom to interrupt.

Zeno Gunnar frowns ahead of the blue-fashioned door of the floor’s entrance. Under the brainwashing atmosphere of dark green and black stripes, having those as a color is fairly perceptible and laid a question to his thoughts. To add of the mind-boggling circumstances before him, the young knight comprehends a metal scribble of “Valentino Rosta” on the top of the door’s frame, completely carved in cursive writings.

“He’s such a dork for making this up.” Zeno Gunnar mumbled, crossing both arms on his chest,”How’s Tony Simmons doing, though, he’s taking too long for informing me.”

(c***k!)

Zeno Gunnar’s profound intuition aids him to dodge a strike of fist from within the blue-door’s mysteries. As it pushes on, its brute force blown up a fire upon the emergency stairs’ wall background, crashing over them in rigorous intensity.

From what it seems, they have encountered one customized figure of gigantic zombie once more. The living dead wields nothing but its own fist, yet a prowling hazard was intact to the beast’s attack.

(bam!)

“Ho-ho, you’re a fantastic one, herr Gunnar.” The man spurted a word of acknowledgement towards Zeno Gunnar and his swiftness. However, as the young knight inspected of the unknown figure’s mouth, he realized that no soul of human within. It is rotten, defiled with bustling brown color of a swamp’s surface on the tips of its mouth.

To the horrendous openings of the man, Zeno Gunnar rests both of his arms assembled to the hilt of his sword, “Who are you? I’m talking to the person on the throat.” He asked, then spitting down to the right.

“We’re a servant of some rich company, master swordsman. You’re not supposed to address my authority in that demeanor, herr Gunnar.”

(crash!)

Of course, there was no time to idling around for the legendary warrior behind. Deino Gunnar commenced a frontal assault across the wide-array of their opponent’s back. No remorse on such impudent act of dishonor, since he was never human at most.

(bak!)

Alas, his advance goes in halt due to their opponent’s instantaneous reflex. Promptly to the chance it gains, the gigantic beast waited of no boundaries to pummel a straight instance of assault to Deino Gunnar, bashing him away under intense explosion from the beast’s knuckle.

“Oh, you’re cheating, old friend. It’s a disgrace for a knight, indeed.”