Wake: An Eno-World Story

A Large Horde of Regonatitions charged towards a Great Wall, one built by the residents of the City, which thrives behind this large structure. The wall, named Big Bobby, was twenty feet high, made mostly of concrete. But the surface was covered in plates of metal, wood and steel beams. The Regonatitions were of humans and animals, of course; this is what they used to be. Now all they strive for is to eliminate all life that crosses their path. At this time in the Apocalypse, it’s been nearly twenty years. Making this Day; April 3rd, 2005. The Wall may be Very Effective to Regonatitions, but not for hordes of them. To increase safety, soldiers would stand upon the ranged Top of the Wall, with ranged Weapons like Guns and Bows; occasionally, Spears and Chunks of Stone drop upon the Monsters. On most days, they are able to defend this city; but today, it was not their side of the coin. At the beginning of the attack, they had control, but as more and more Regonatitions piled onto one another, the more chance the City was going to be lost. Tens of guards, welding all kinds of these weapons, tried their best to hold back the Horde. With most armor wearing no armour, because they do not need it up so high. But one man was more armored than the rest. He wore a black leather Attire, with plates of metal covering his shoulders, knees, and forearms. On his head, was a Dark Grey with specks of Yellow and Orange. This man, John Coast, was a Feared Slayer of Regonaitions. The Monsters were not afraid, for they had no emotions; he was feared for his skill and ability to c***k the Skulls of those who stood in his way. John was not respected in these parts, but the City needed his Skills in Combat and Taking Charge. Above his lips was a thick black mustache. In his facial hair were crums of the home burger he was currently eating, as well as humming Bad to the Bone to himself and no one else. Beside him, was a woman; a soldier who helped defend the Wall. She approached John much closer, and took hold of his right wrist. In her Low, but Hesitate Voice; she spoke. “John, please stop this foolishness and help us,” the woman pleaded. John shook her off of him and raised one finger to represent ‘Hold On’. And after a time, he swallowed what was left in his left in his mouth, as well as threw away the rest. “Darling, don’t touch me; unless I ask you too,” John replied, stretching his arms. The woman cringed and back a few feet from John. Next, she turned around and made her way to a metal shelf which held several glass bottles of gas, in addition to a piece of cloth poking out of it. She gripped one and drew it from the shelf. John looked over to see her do so. “Hey, better put that back; I hadn’t said to-,” John began. “Shut up you Hosebag, I’m going to take control from here,” The Woman Interrupted, drawing a lighter from her pocket. John watched as she reached the edge of the surface of the wall, and lit the cloth on fire. She then raised her arm and tossed it down below. This Molatvi, landing directly onto a Once Human Regonatition, burst into flames, as well, spreading the Flame to other Regonatitions. The Fire spreads quickly, lighting several Regons at once because, with the Mutation, skin causes skin to be extremely flammable. The woman turns back around to stare at John, with a devilish smirk. “We're supposed to wait for those range ones to arrive!” John yelled. “And let them launch clumps of their blood at us?!” The woman yelled back. “My God, you’re a Stupid w***e,” John exclaimed. “Excuse Me?!” The woman asked. John placed his hands on his hips, and laughed deeply. “Have you ever been to the Battlefield? The sight of Flame sets those Monsters to fire their blood at us,” John explained, drawing closer to the Woman. The Woman grew silent and looked behind her, towards the Horde downbelow. And sure enough, some Regons began to climb the Wall quickly; their very own blood dripping out of their mouths. “Oh, s**t-,” The Woman began. Suddenly, John quickly drew the distance between him and the woman. In that second of speed, the woman went off. At the moment, being caught off guard, she could not react. She missed her opportunity to grab the Ledge, and so she fell to the Surface of the Horde; screaming the whole way down, but not as much when tens of Regons penetrated their hands and claws into her body and drew chunks of her flesh to feast on. With One Regon, gripping her head and tearing it off entirely; her screams becoming more high pitched, then suddenly, with quick silence. Several guards that stood around John quickly backed away from him. “Stupid b***h,” John quietly said. Quickly, he grabbed the Shelf and threw it off the Edge, with galons of gas being poured across the Horde. He then lit a match with his thumbnail and tossed it down below. The Match, falling gently onto a Gas-covered Regon, lighting tens of them on fire at once; the Flame spread across the Monsters like before, but ten times the previous effect. The Ones, who grow more aggressive at the sight of Flame, are unable to spit their Vomit of Blood, due to the Fire burning them into piles of Ash and Bone. Actually, most every Regon had this happen to them. When you become a Monster of this Mutation, he also becomes extremely feeble and weak. The only reason for Regons to have so much power to climb walls and people into pieces, is their bones. But once their flesh disappears, so does infectious strength, for there is no muscle to assist the Regonatitions in their undesirable goal. Hypothetically, the Curse, as most humans call it, still remains in the bones of every one of the Mutations. If Flesh and Muscle were to somehow come back, they would rise once again. John The Moment was filled with excitement. With most snow perished, John prepared himself to travel down the Wall. His first step, drawing the hook swords from their sheaths, which rested on his back. He hopped over the edge and, with the hooked blades, grappled down. Once his heavy Boots made contact with the Dirt Ground, John charged to the Closest Regon and penetrated the Monsters' Shoulders with his Swords. He lightly crouched down and used all of his strength to fling the Regon over him. The Monster, released from the Hooked Blades, flew into a large fire, and burnt the Bone almost instantly. John stands up again and charges for another, using a different move. The Regon was once a wolf or dog of some kind. As the Mutated Animal leaped towards him, John ducked and hooked the Ankles of the Beast. As the Regon fell to the ground, missing his target; John rose back up and leaped into the air. Of course, with his hooked strokes; for he slid them from the Monster's ankles, and striked downwards onto the Spine of the Wolf. Cracking the Beast’s Bone in half. After that, he plunged his hooks deep into its head and tore the head off. And like a Baseball Bat, he smacked the Animal’s head, causing it to be flown to a Regon. The Guards above watched as John did various moves with the Hooked Blades, and in various different styles. One Attack was Aggressive, with the next being almost patient to the Monster, taking his time killing it. John was a nutcase, a name he was given by a great many people he had worked with. And in the next ten minutes, all the Regonatitions had been defeated; either Torn Apart or Burnt to a Pile of Ash. John, breathing heavily, looked up at the City’s Guards. “See, aren’t I cool-,” John began. And as he began, a long pole of Blue Crystal flew behind and penetrated through his body. Before anyone, even John, could react in that second, a flat slate of the same material flew through John, cutting him in two from the Waist. His legs gave out and fell, as well as his upper torso. John was not quite so dead; but a few seconds of blood loss probably would have taken him out. But he couldn’t even get to that, for the Being behind this Dismemberment stood above him. John didn’t have enough time to see who would kill him, for the Stranger stomped on his head in one swift motion. John’s head exploded into pieces and blood. The guards above, staring at this Stranger, horrified and in shock, couldn’t stop what happened next…