The God Of The Undead - Chapter 36

It had only been several minutes since John had begun flying towards Fort Dawn from a building within the city center, and now the base was within view of john was flying just under some gray clouds. Even from such a distance in the sky, he could still clearly see scrambling men and women on the base moving supplies and weapons around. John couldn’t quite tell if they were preparing to leave or hold down the fort since John commanded his forces to retreat temporarily beyond a certain radius behind the trees the surrounded the base. All he knew was that they better have prepared enough to withstand his assault.

With the sound of thunder roaring after a brief flash of lightning without rain, John, after using the rough winds near the clouds to hover for a while, commenced a sharp dive towards the complex’s center. As a tank was rolling out of a garage near the center, John came crashing down with enough force from the sky and pierced through the tank’s top to the ground under it, causing an explosion. Dazed slightly but not enough to have lost his train of thought, John looked around to see the inner workings of the now destroyed tank with it’s now scorched black and crispy looking occupants.

John knew that he would prefer to be on the outside of the tank, and starting his in the field training, he stretched his rather large and clawed skeletal hands out of the hole in the top of the tank and pulled himself out. It was then he saw the many soldiers that hard formed a crowd in the shape of a semi-circle around the tank as shock, fear, and confusion ran wild and rampant across their faces and was heavily present in their movement around the tank. John stood straight up on the tank as he looked around at the many soldiers and few civilians that managed to make it to the base the following day after the night the dead took the streets. Their eyes all locked onto the large black skeletal creature with wings and claws that had just emerged from the wreckage of the destroyed tank. It took the shock and confused soldiers a moment to realize that the entity in front of them was clearly a threat until a very smart yet not so smart soldier began shooting his AR 15.

Seeing and hearing their fellow soldier shooting at the creature, the rest of the soldier either began shooting or running with the other surviving civilians. Each bullet either missed due to the lack of meaty bits or ricocheted off into different directions. John saw the impact areas and saw no visible damage done to him by the bullets until he focused his vision and saw the small micro indention caused by the firearms. At this moment, John wished he still had flesh over his face as he wanted to show them an expression that would have told them they were royally f.u.c.k.e.d.

John wanting to skip the formalities and jumped high and crushing a soldier into a frightening pancake corpse. In John’s new position on the ground surrounded by shocked and frightened soldiers, he turned his head and looked to his left at the closest soldier who was frozen in fear and standing in his own piss at the hulking monster in front of him. John turned his head back towards a soldier who still hadn’t frozen out of fear and was still shooting and began to walk towards him, but not without swinging his left claws up backward, completely cutting through both bone and flesh of the soldier who had pissed themselves. The soldier fell to the ground in strips except for his organs, which were now either minced or shredded.

With soldiers all around, John pressed forward toward the soldier who was still in front of him shooting. Now realizing this wasted effort of his, the soldier attempts to run in the opposite direction after seeing he had pulled too much aggro to himself when a sharp and rigid spear-like object pierces his back and out his c.h.e.s.t. He looks back at what it could have been and sees that it was the Johns tail before he’s yanked back and the tail leaves his body. Before the soldier could completely fall to the ground after being yanked backward, John rips his tail out if the soldier and pierces it through the back of the man’s skull and out his mouth.

All around, John could hear the scared and shocked verbal expressions of the soldiers near him.

“F.u.c.k F.u.c.k F.u.c.k!” as one soldier said continuously as he continued to waste his entire clip on John.

“What in gods name is this f.u.c.k.i.n.g thing!?” As another soldier says while reloading his gun.

“Aye no. Nope. F.u.c.k this shit. I’m not dying in the bitch today!” Another soldier says as he abandons his brothers in arms and strikes off, running in the same direction the civilians had run earlier.

After seeing one of their compatriots begin running, the others began contemplating if it was worth dying to John, or would it be better to run for their lives; after all, it was the most logical call since to them John was unfazed by the bullets. Before most could begin running, John wh.i.p.s his tail filled with mana towards the group of running soldiers on his right. The mana in John’s tail along with the force created from the swing not only created a rush of air rushing towards them but magically generated a {wind slash} cutting all of the soldier to his right in half except for the one soldier who had been accidentally pushed down by comrades.

The soldier who had survived John’s {wind slash} was hesitantly turned on his back and looked toward John in fear. He couldn’t come up with a better description of the monster than a demon that had just easily massacred over 30 soldiers in an instant. The soldiers knew he’d probably won’t make it out of this confrontation, so he stood up with his combat knife drawn backward.

He began a full sprint towards John as John just had raised his left hand and made very vicious-looking black spikes impale and raise high into the sky many soldiers who had taken cover after John had used {wind slash}. The soldier didn’t know where to slash or stab as no organs were visible except the black bones that made up this abomination, so he kept at it until he attempted an upward stab on John’s chin.

The soldier stopped when he saw John staring at him after finally gaining his attention. The soldier didn’t know what to do as fear had taken hold of every portion of his body. He wanted to run, but it was too late as John had already grabbed him by the throat.

“Interesting, while everyone else is either running or hopelessly taking cover, your the only one to have attempted to fight me head-on. Very brave of you indeed.” John said while walking towards a wall and a fence with the soldier in his hands while observing his scared expression after seeing that John could talk.

“Let’s see… Ah, your name is second private Rudy Gaines. Your reward for your bravery shall be painted upon the very walls of which you will die on.” John says while finally reaching the wall.

John c.o.c.ks back his arm with Rudy in hand, and just as he was about smear rudy from one end of the wall to the other and back again like a painting tool, he’s struck by a white light as if a round from a tank hit him. He was sent flying like a car being hit by a wrecking ball and smashed into a wall making it crumble and fall over him.

John laid their dazed and bewildered as to what could have landed such a hit for a moment. He raises from the rubble and sees something he himself did not expect—a woman with eight white shining wings floating above. Stepping out of the rubble, John asks curiously, “And who might you be?”

The woman just stares in silence before saying, “So they really didn’t tell you about me.”

John stares on, thinking about what she had just said. Clearly, she is a supernatural being like him if not similar, with only a very few specific few entities connecting them. At the moment, Dixie was his tool and full-time assistant, leaving the only other group of entities left were the gods who gave him this quest in the first place.

The woman materializes a sword of light from her hand, pointing it at John, and says”Ahh, you finally get it now. Did you really think the gods who gave you your quest were the only ones, you poor fool? Well enough of that, we have more important matters at hand than letting in on more information because I hope you have prepared to die vile creature of death, for I am the Goddess of light!”