Walkers were considered one of the weakest dregs of the Undead society. Just like Beastmen had star warriors, Undead also had their own hierarchy, and Walkers sat at the base of this hierarchy. Walkers were generally weak and could be defeated by even 1 Star Beastmen with little difficulty. They only became an issue when they attacked in large numbers. The cry of one Walker could attract the attention of ten more, and ten could attract the attention of a thousand more, and a thousand a million! Therein lay the strength of Walkers – the absolute ability to never be alone; yet this did nothing to change how they were looked at by both Beastmen and sentient Undead. To them, Walkers were disposable trash.Not only did they lack wisdom, but they lacked knowledge or basic intelligence entirely. They were like babies, but babies were more intelligent than they were. For even a baby knew to cry when it was hungry, hurt, soiled, and thirsty. So, calling them babies was an insult to babies. For
“Is it over? Are these the only four who possessed soe degree of intelligence?” Kylie asked as she looked down on the headless corpses of the four Walker variants.The creatures who had successfully hidden from the elders had met their ends cruelly, but Kylie did not feel an ounce of sympathy or guilt in doing so. Before she started this mission, Michael had told her many of the cruel things that the Undead did, and how unkind their souls were. They were creatures that thought of destruction and chaos only, and their death was necessary to bring one peace. Naturally, that was not enough to override Kylie’s conscience. After all, even when she faced humans who tried to kill her – people who had used some of the most unfair methods to get stronger – she had been unable to forget their deaths. How then could she be so calm about this?Well, it was simple really. Although the actions of those who belonged to Ogre’s Nest were as deranged as the actions of the Undead, one group was filled w
“So, what next, captain?” “Well, based on the map we were given, we will start our investigations in the areas marked red. We’d start with this place. The goal is not to exterminate the walkers in that region, but to find traces of the 6th Sword. He supposedly has a few minions in these bases. If we could get one of them to confess where he is to us, things would go much more smoothly.”“Sounds like a solid plan captain.”“You have to stop calling me that. It sounds very strange.”“It may sound strange, but that is your position and your roll. You are our captain.”“Philip is right. You should get used to hearing that.”Kylie sighed silently upon hearing the argument of her team members. How could she get used to hearing them call her by such a title when she had been called Kylie her entire life?*They are right though. The earlier you learn to abandon relationships in a mission, the faster you will see victories come to you. Set aside your prejudices and feelings and embrace the au
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