Red Nest’s eyes opened sharply as he jumped off his makeshift bed. His red eyes pierced through the bright cave as he looked around stealthily. He had been sleeping soundly when he felt a sharp presence pricking the back of his neck. This was what had awakened him, and it was for this reason that he did not dare lay back down onto the straw bed his minion walkers had made for him. For a few minutes he searched the cave thoroughly. Then, he went outside to assess the safety of his perimeter. Outside the cave, there were walkers lying lazily on the ground in all sorts of positions. While there were a few still roaming around, they were few and far between. Seeing this, Red Nest could not hep but think to himself,“Was I being too sensitive?”He had been on edge lately. For some reason his lair didn’t feel safe anymore. Given that these instincts had been what had kept him alive for so long, he dared not ignore them. The unrest he was currently feeling could not be explained in words, bu
The land of the Undead was as bleak as those who resided in it. Bright colours were obsolete here with nothing but darkness and blood occupying this very unsettling atmosphere. For a human, this place was worse than death; for Beastmen, it was a battlefield that could easily cost them their lives; yet for the Undead – as long as they weren’t variant Walkers – this place was a safe haven’t that was very much welcome. After all, what was one person’s meat was easily poison to another.In this bleak environment, the measure of one’s success or authority could not be quantified by the number of cars or properties that one had. After all, what need did those who had died yet had cheated death, have for a means of transportation. There were Undead beasts like Undead horses available for these kinds of tasks. The measure of success in this land was quantified in the number of subordinates that one had and the degree of strength that these subordinates possessed!The Undead graded strength in
Undead had terrible naming sense. It seems that it wasn’t just their lives that had been lost when they died. Just like Muscles was a direct expression of his name, Slender was also an exact definition of his name. His prominent clavicular and rib bones as well as his overtly expressed zygomatic bone and temporalis muscle were enough to show that he was wasted. While he was tall, he was as slim as a broom and would have been mistaken for a terminally ill man if he wasn’t already dead. Standing with Muscles, they drew such a stark contrast between themselves that it was almost comical; however, the Undead with them didn’t think so.To them, the two were powerful beings that could easily crush them. One was a brute whose overpowering strength and endurance made him difficult to inflict damage on. He was the perfect description of the ultimate tank. The other was a speed monster who could easily deceive their eyes and tear off their heads before they even had the chance to catch a glimp
“This is the place,” Mimi stated as soon as they reached their destination.“Are you sure? There are still some walkers here.” Muscles asked in doubt as he briefly glanced over the many walkers stalking the entrance of the cave.Beastmen and Undead were enemies. That much was true; but walkers didn’t care about that. They attacked any and everything that lived regardless of their race. Wherever they were, there was a high chance that they would be no life there for it was their nature to rob it. How then was it possible for Beastmen to be concealed by walkers? Unless there was a variant working with them, it didn’t make any sense. Even they who were Undead were not spared from the annoying nature of walkers. And that was evident right now. For the walkers were walking towards them briskly, their eyes shinning with hunger and a desire to quench their undying thirst.“If Mimi says that they are here, then they are here,” Slender spoke up, vouching for his subordinate.Mimi bowed slightl
“Walkers truly are a useless part of our race,” Muscles muttered as he kicked the disgustingly crushed corpse of a walker away from him. “They aren’t part of our race Sir,” one of his subordinates stated in disgust as he slammed the head of a Walker into the ground so viciously that it burst open immediately.“I agree. Not only are they as feeble as a string of cheese, they have no resilience,” another subordinate joined the conversation as he delivered a powerful punch into the jaw of the last walker standing, sending it flying into another minion who easily grabbed it and tore its head off its body in a very Muscles-like fashion. “I guess that’s why they are called walkers, because that’s all that they can do! Haha!” the first subordinate to have spoken stated, breaking into laughter and causing his leader to erupt into a rage; for he felt that they were being too relaxed before an enemy that they knew nothing about.“You fools! Be alert! We don’t know what kind of-”Muscles had n
Many legends dominate the realms of men. And each one is as unbelievable as the others; for that’s what legends are. They boggle the minds and provoke the thoughts of the self-conscious man. They give adults a magical potion that keeps their kids satisfied at night and lure them into the deep embrace of sleep. For children, however, legends are things they can dream about without any reservations. This story is a legend that is true; a legend that to all other fictions acts as a reprove. This is the legend of the New Moon. But to understand this legend, you must first be sent back in time. To the time before the world truly began; before dinosaurs dominated the earth. This was the time of the rebellion.In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was GodThey say everything has a beginning. And that is true. For what can die that hasn’t been born? But to every rule there is an exception. And to every norm an abnormal. This abnormal was called God. He had no
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was without form and void; and great darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God hovered over the surface of the waters. The Holy Spirit watched the earth with great emotion. Oh how long it had been!It had been a century since the destruction of earth. Finally the Spirit of the Ruler came down upon it and rebirthed it; He returned to the land forlorn and rebuilt it. Like an architect visiting a once grand design the Spirit of the Lord sighed in sadness at the souls that had been lost. Those beings that had been created from His reflection had given up their place for a path that wasn't meant for them. He may have judged them justly, but His heart still ached at the thought of all who had been lost - especially the one who led it all. He gave it light in the form of the sun and moon and created everything in it. Once he was done he sighed in pity. For he could sense the auras of those that surviv
“Sorry Professor,” Kylie hastily apologized whiles scanning the room for Davies. She could lways count on him for a place in the lecture hall; for her friend knew her well enough. In fact he knew her so well that he always saved a seat for her. “How many times have I told you to keep your alarm on at all times,” Professor Dewsbury sighed. Kylie was an exceptional student. She was so good that Professor Kylie knew that if it wasn’t for the purpose of class credits, she wouldn’t bother coming to class. And that was why she had a soft spot for Kylie. For which teacher didn’t adore a student that made life easier for them? Professor Dewsbury only wished that Kylie would pay more attention to her time management. She didn’t know how the girl got the time to study with the number of fantasy and science fiction books she read each day, but it was becoming an issue. Since he wry first day they met, Kylie was always late to class.“27 times Professor,” Kylie chocolate cheeks developed a faint