A turning point.
To combat with others has numbers, but more danger.
To go alone is possibly higher chance to escape but take longer.
One thing to not do, jump in the water, hidden dangers?
[X] Push towards the gun wielding figures, fighting your way through the pack of monsters surrounding them.
- [X] Possibly use your surroundings to distract/ damage the pack of monsters. Go for the legs?
And sorry that I'm late to the party, was really ill for a bit
[X] Push towards the gun wielding figures, fighting your way through the pack of monsters surrounding them.
- [X] Possibly use your surroundings to distract/ damage the pack of monsters. Go for the legs?
Help out the gun users and lets hope they will help us escape.
[X] Go for the tied up wooden canoe thing. Dealing with the milling zombies in the way.
Let's use the loud unknowns as distraction.
Now, I'm pretty sure we'd be able to get through to the SWAT team because we're badass and we just punk'd an Abyssal as a mortal and lived, but I doubt Takashi's going to survive making his way through a crowd of zombies.
[X] Go for the tied up wooden canoe thing. Dealing with the milling zombies in the way.
[X] Go for the tied up wooden canoe thing. Dealing with the milling zombies in the way.
You consider the options the obvious resistance of the gun wielding figures is appealing but you get the sense that the powers that rule tis place of rust and death have taken notice of the incursion and you have no desire be caught up in the fallout of that mess to be. On the other hand the wooden canoe is only protected by a few milling zombies, together you and Takashi with the aid of the distracting gunfire should be able to cut your way through to freedom.
"The Canoe is our best bet. " you tell Takashi and he nods eyes sharp and assessing.
You move together weapons ready and then with burst of speed you sprint forward your blood pounding and carve off one of the monsters faces with a swing of the blade and then leap into their midst. You strike about you with none of the frenzied blindness of the last battle, despite the blood staining your from head to toe and danger all-around your clear headed as you stab through a zombie's face and kick another in the sternum before your blade opens its fellows stomach like a Christmas present.
Your not invincible your arms shake with the shock of your blade colliding with flesh and bone your sweating in the sun. You glimpse Takashi swearing and struggling and its a grim reminder that you and him could die here or be delivered to that monster knight to be broken into a pet. But even so ...
This is .... this is Fun. Cutting your opponents to ribbons, relishing your power and their pain. God, you never want this to end.
But it does eventually. Takashi smashes the skull of the last zombie and you quickly climb down the rope ladder to the boat. It has an outboard motor of all things and Takashi starts it. In a rush of wind and throbbing beautiful sound your soon powering over the water towards the Dubai coast line.
The wind in your face, the warmth of the sun, the salt spray and the beating your heart all merge into one glorious reality. Your free, you got out.
Takashi gives a shout of exaltation and you join your voice to his, hooting and laughing, mocking the monsters that sought to kill you or turn you into their property.
You are quite close to the coastline when it happens from the nightmare ship comes a BOOM not the kind of explosion you hear in the few movies Takashi talked you into watching but more of a tearing smash of noise.
You turn and see the ship rocking in the water flames licking across the deck the stick figures of people or zombies can't be seen running around like headless chickens as the flames spread over them. Things your brain can't (won't) comprehend thrash and squirm in the water and smoke with no respect for gravity. You make out screaming faces, skeletal wings and bare bones.
The water around the ship boils and twists, smoke jet black and thick rises in a pillar then descends swallowing the ship the fire the sea in a thick black shroud. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end as something roars inside the cocoon of smog.
The smoke thickens into something like tar in zero gravity and erupts outward spreading in every direction and once. Takashi's eyes widen and he guns the motor for all its worth.
The shore is close but the tide of darkness is almost upon you. It hits that your going to die swallowed by the sky high wave of filth. You meet Takashi's eyes and see the desperation, the refusal to give up and the heart and soul of the one you love. You wonder what he sees in your eyes.
The wave hits.
Heat darkness and smothering weight your are being thrown with bone breaking force into something hard you tumble head over heals. it like the time you went to the beach as achild and were caught in a wave and dragged through the water like a leaf in a gale. But this is worse the blackness forces itself down your throat and nose it cooks you with heat and swallows your screams. Something foul claws at your mind images and possibilities play before your eyes.
You live in a world of white, your cell is padded white, your straightjacket is padded white, the orderly's that feed you pills and write observations on charts are dressed in white. You remember the death that brought you here. The man jumped you and you fought back it was over quickly but you didn't stop you kept hitting him and hitting him. The sight of his red red blood and the arousing sound of his screams robbed you of all reason and the police had to pull you off his mutilated corpse to make you stop.
After that had come questions and those revealed the truth you weren't a traumatised victim you were a monster in the making. So you were placed in a facility to help manage your sickness. But you never got better so you never get to leave.
This is your life.
(no, that isn't me, I stopped ....)
Your fat and slow. Clothes stretch over your wide frame, you muscles have turned to mush and lifetime of conditioning has been thrown out the window and its all for him. You hang up the phone it will be your parents again telling you that you are shameful waste, that your sick, that Takashi is feeding your lies, that this isn't you.
Hah!
Of course this isn't you, the real you is a bloody thing of sadism and filth down to the bone. Better, safer to be the mask: the pudgy housewife who would never get shakes of want when your kids watch gory movies, who would never dream of smashing in your loving husbands face and slitting your sweet screaming kids throats.
Yes much better to be the mask than accept the ugly truth crawling closer with everyday.
This is your future.
(no, that isn't me, I would never......)
Your filthy in all kinds of ways blood and thicker things paint your naked body from head to toe. But that's noting to the stains inside
You taste the hot sweat blood on your tongue and see your self in your victims eyes.
There's so much blood, so much fluid. Pussing ruined skin, mottled and leathered in places, not scarred but simply changed, made into something other. Your right hand is too badly damaged to unwrap from the handle of your weapon, fingers broken and wrapped hard around the hilt with a leather that reeks of decay. Sickness.
Your teeth have been filled to points and your face is a mask of scars and hard lines. The smile is an ugly scar across your face.
The mother/victim/prey is screaming and calling you a monster, monster as she rocks the bloodstained Crip. How sweet the taste of young flesh, how sweet the screams of a parent and child sound.
The newspapers call you a prodigy of murder. Something inside your twist painfully at that but better prodigy than prey.
This is your nature.
(NO! THAT ISN"T ME, I WILL RESIST)
And impossibly the moon rises.
Its bright and has haunting beauty, this is the moon wolves howled to that men dreamed of reaching. In clear sharp lines and silver glow you are yourself again.
You are not alone, a women is before you and she is beautiful and terrible beyond words. She speaks and it is a voice that you could lose yourself in rich and clear commanding and understanding.
Lift your gaze young one,
Your time has come
Your story is just beginning
Your mind is a blade. Master it.
Your body is a shell. Change it.
Extinction is approaching. Fight it.
You are my Chosen Saeko Busujima.
The moon's/her light shines into the depths of you coursing through your veins alongside blood echoing your thoughts and armouring you in power beyond reckoning.
You awake, hardened tar turning to vapour around you.
(Lunar Exaltation Acquired)
The power inside you forms a shape that you know you can assume, the shape of your soul it is a -
[] Scaly and armoured. Cutting teeth and whipcord muscle
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[] Sleek and strong. Wide jaws and crushing strength
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[] Swift and agile. Strong wings and talons
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You are on Dubai's beach though it looks like the aftermath of oil spill now solidified filth stains the coastline and the city before you is loud with sounds of violence.
The sky is black with smoke rising from the city before you. At your feet is Takashi, he must have tried to shield your body with his own. He is still breathing. Your vaporisation of the filth reveals the broken wreckage of your boat and the metal blade you took on the ship.
You look about the beach and see the enemy, a few zombies either thrown to the beach by the tide of corruption that exploded from the ship or the local beasts coming to see what has washed up. Dead eyes turn towards the silver light that glows from your (naked?) form. Not many, under normal circumstances you could deal with this lot, now ......
A predators smile stretches across your face.
You -
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