Rise Above: Part Sixteen

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This was the end. Oh come on: do you really think this is the end? If I was going to die how would I be able to tell you about this, and when do I ever die? People, I thought you were smarter than that.

The zombies were inches from my face, seconds away from eating it right off. I had never dealt with that many zombies before so sue me. Then out of nowhere, they just dropped dead…again. There would only be one reason for that to happen and that was if the necromancer was dead. That is when the head of the necromancer landed in front of me. I was still a little woozy from the zombie bite but since the necromancer was apparently dead the effects were wearing off.

I looked over to Mygle but he was too far away to have killed the necromancer, so who did it? I looked up to see Alex, wielding a bloody axe.

“What’s up?” she asked me.

“Dammit,” I said back.

“I leave you for an hour and you can’t even handle yourself?”

“It was two hours and shut up.” I kind of wished that I let the zombies eat me. Then I wouldn’t have to live the shame of being saved by my 11-year-old sister. I was never going to live that down.

I stood up and leaned back, trying desperately to crack the kink in my back. Mygle was walking over towards us, stepping over bodies as he did.

“What the hell happened?” she asked as she looked around.

“Zombies,” I replied. “And don’t swear.”

“Hell isn’t a swear.”

“It’s a swear for an 11-year-old.”

“You’re just mad because I saved your life.”

I shook my head, already ready to leave that town. I looked down at her axe, pretty impressed by her choice. It looked a little funny on a person her size but it looked like she was handling it well. That’s the thing, though, when a paladin goes to choose their weapon it is really the weapon that chooses the paladin. Does that sound familiar to you?

Me personally, I prefer the dual axes, but that’s just me.

“We need to get out,” Mygle said to us.

“Not before we erase some memories,” I pointed out to him.

“We don’t have time.” He pointed up to the sky right as a helicopter flew right above us. There was no doubting that it was the agency.

Mygle disappeared. My sister and I didn’t hesitate for a second before we both started running. It wasn’t good to leave a town that was just attacked by zombies without erasing their memories but to me dying is even worse.

We made it back to the car, luckily, without the agency waiting for us. We were back on the road before we could even blink. I think the one thing that was even more fortunate for us was the fact they hadn’t set up any roadblocks yet so we were able to get away.

“Two-handed axe, huh?” I asked Alex, breaking the one-hour silence.

“Yeah,” she replied.

“You had to copy me, didn’t you?”

She just shook her head at me, and then she made another comment about her saving my life.

We got as far away from that town as we could go. It definitely wasn’t one of my better adventures but my sister and I were still alive and that should count as something. What was weird was that after we left I scoured the Internet for any news on what had happened and all that was said about it was that there was a virus outbreak. But how did they keep everyone quiet…?

 

Rise Above: Part Fifteen

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I had no idea what the hell I was going to do. There were just too many of those damn zombies and too many people. One thing was for sure though: if the zombies were coming back then the necromancer would be nearby. The necromancer wouldn’t be able to control the zombies if they had taken off.

Everyone started screaming and running back to the building, but the zombies had already blocked off the entrance. That’s when everyone started running in every direction.

I really didn’t know what to do. There were so many that even if I started to kill them it wouldn’t be quick enough before more of these people started turning into them. I took a quick scan of the crowd looking for the monster that started all of this but they were nowhere to be seen.

“What are you doing?!” Mygle screamed as he popped up next to me.

“What?” I replied to him.

“Start killing them.”

“It would be pointless.”

“We still try.”

I looked at him pensively while the little red devil stared right back at me.

“We need to find the necromancer,” I told him.

“No kidding,” he replied. “Kill some on the way.”

The two of us got at it, killing zombies from left to right. The only problem was that there really were more people getting turned faster than we were killing them. At that rate we would end up killing the whole town. It just then dawned on me how many people had already died.

This was really bad and that was really starting to sink in how bad it really was. This whole town could be gone by the end of the day. I felt my stomach start to churn at the thought of that.

That is when I saw him, or her, or whatever it was. It was the necromancer, standing on the outskirts of the battle, hiding from Mygle and I. I made a B line right for it and when I was almost there it noticed me, but it was too late. I knocked the thing right over and sent it tumbling head over feet. It retrospect I should have just cut its head off right then, but that’s neither here nor there.

The necromancer got back up within a split second and hit me in the chest like it was a wrecking ball—don’t you dare start singing that song. I bet you are now, aren’t you?

I rolled back into the crowd of zombies and was immediately surround. I quickly escaped the sudden swarm and ran right towards the necromancer, but they were gone.

“Where the hell did it go?” I asked out loud.

SMACK!

I got hit in the back of the head with something. I never really saw what it was but I’m pretty sure whatever it was broke across my head.

Everything went fuzzy for a second as I stumbled to the ground, trying to stay conscious.

“Feeble paladin,” the necromancer taunted.

“Did you just say feeble?” I muttered.

“Cocky until the end. You shall die now.”

All of the zombies started to swarm me and Mygle was nowhere in sight. I was surrounded. I tried fighting the zombies off but by the time I gained my wits back one of them bit my and I felt sick. At that point I couldn’t even get one of them off my.

The necromancer just laughed, happy that he had beaten me, the famous Wes Parker. I heard Mygle shout from somewhere off in the distance but he was too far off to do anything.

The only comfort that I could take was that at least I wouldn’t turn into a zombie…

 

Rise Above: Part Fourteen

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Where the hell did they go? Why did they all of a sudden walk away? If these zombies spread then we would be walking around in a real life zombie movie, which is not good—I don’t have to tell you that, though.

Mygle popped up next to me.

“Where’d the dead go?” he asked me.

“Gone,” I said to him, almost in a pathetic whimper. Look, I was worried okay? You try doing what I do.

Without saying another word I ran downstairs back to the panicked crowd. Looking back, maybe if I had tried to put on a better face things might have turned out differently.

“What’s wrong?” the kid who wanted to kill me asked.

“Nothing,” I tried.

“Something is definitely wrong.” His brow was furrowed.

“Beside the hundreds of zombies outside?” He didn’t appreciate my humor.

“What’s going on?” The kid was definitely older than me and bigger, so I’m sure he thought he could kick my ass. How silly of him.

“There are a bunch of zombies outside trying to eat everyone. Where have you been?”

Obviously, he had enough of my jokes. I knew this because he tried to attack me, but I quickly put him down.

“I don’t have time for this,” I explained to him.

I needed to get outside without alerting anyone to what was really going on.

“Why is it so quiet outside?” a woman standing near the door asked. She walked over to the window to look outside.

Uh oh.

“They’re gone!” she shouted. “All of them!”

“We can go outside!” another person shouted.

“That’s a very bad idea,” I tried.

No one listened to me and headed right outside like a flood, pouring out faster than you could imagine. You would think with everything that happened they would be a little more cautious.

“Even if they’re gone they are not dead!” I screamed. Still no one listened to me.

Mygle popped up next to me.

“They need to come back now,” he warned me.

“Why?” I asked.

“Now!”

I ran outside to try to call everyone back.

“Come back!” I yelled.

“We’re safe now,” the kid whose arm I nearly broke said to me.

“I really don’t think so.”

“Just stay away from us.”

“Listen to me,” I began, but it was too late. All of the zombies came out from behind the buildings and trees. There was no way everyone could get back into the building in time…

 

Rise Above: Part Thirteen

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I knew there was something fishy about the mayor. He disappeared when I asked him to help me and looked like he was hiding something when we initially talked. There he was, trying to eat some poor helpless woman now that he was turned into a flesh-eating zombie.

Everyone was trying to pry the former mayor off the woman but they were quite unsuccessful. I’m not really sure what it is about zombies but they are a lot stronger than any normal human, not crazy strong like a troll or anything but strong for sure. Just another monster designed to kill humans, and they are very good at it. You people are really lucky that I am here to protect you. Well, sometimes.

I jumped across the lobby, avoiding people as I did, and knocked the mayor off of the woman. The woman stumbled with him but they were separated, so I used the opportunity to shoot the former mayor right in the head, ending it. Everyone looked back and forth at each other until eventually they drew their attention to me.

“You shot him,” one of the frightened men said to me.

“Yeah,” I replied with an obvious tone. “So?”

“You just killed the mayor.”

“He was already dead. If I didn’t kill him he would have eaten all of you.”

“He wouldn’t have turned if you didn’t show up,” the woman who was almost bitten said, pointing her finger right at me.

“If I hadn’t shown up at all you would all be dead by now.”

“Ever since he showed up all of this happened. Our mayor is dead and who knows how many others.”

A few people started joining this woman’s point of view, some of them even cheering. The more she talked the more the people started agreeing with her. I’ve seen how this goes before in movies and it never works out for the person on the receiving end of this.

“We should kill him,” a kid shouted.

“Yeah!” almost everyone shouted in unison.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“Someone grab him,” another person shouted.

Some did reach out for me but I grabbed their arm, twisted it and put them to the ground. I then took one of my guns and put it to their head.

“Listen,” I began, “I don’t want to kill you but I can, so please stop trying to kill me. I’ve told you I am not the cause of this but I am the one who can end it. So let me do what I do.”

Everyone started yelling and chanting that they should kill me. Then something dawned on me.

“Quiet,” I said.

No one listened to me.

“Quiet!” I shouted and shot into the air.

Everyone was quiet then, but that was the real problem: there was no sound outside either.

“Shit,” I breathed.

I let go of the guy I was holding and bolted up the stairs back to the rooftop. My heart almost hit the floor when I noticed it. All around the building the zombies were gone…

 

Rise Above: Part Twelve

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I hoped that none of the zombies wandered off and were all trying to kill me. Something told me that the necromancer was going to keep all of the walking dead focused on me knowing that I was here, but if it were smart it would send them off to infect the world. Monsters were hardly smart, though.

I thought about just pegging them off one by one and even started to do that but I needed to cut it off at the source. If I killed the necromancer then all of the walking corpses would die, permanently. The magic the necromancer released lasted only as long as they did.

One after one they fell as I searched for the necromancer through the crowd but it was nowhere to be found.

“Hey!” Mygle shouted from behind me. I nearly jumped off the edge. Just because I am a paladin doesn’t mean that I don’t get scared, okay?

“What the hell is the matter with you?” I asked him as I pegged off some more zombies.

“What?”

“You don’t sneak up on someone like that in a situation like this.”

“Suck it up.”

“How the hell are we going to stop all of this?”

Mygle just shook his head. I didn’t have anything to add either other than jumping down and start cutting their heads right off, hoping the whole time that they don’t bite you. That isn’t exactly the best option.

“We’re screwed,” I finally muttered.

“It doesn’t look well,” Mygle agreed with me.

“Good.”

“Huh?”

“It doesn’t look good.”

“So?”

“You said well.”

“So?”

“Never mind.”

With no better ideas than to keep shooting them in the head I made my way back down to the lobby of the building that we were in. I still didn’t even notice what the building was. Oh don’t give me that. It’s not like any of you are the world’s greatest detective, with a great attention to detail.

The place was pretty much the same as it was before Mygle and I got the view of the zombies completely surrounding the building. That was until someone screamed.

“Come on Mygle, really?” I said out loud.

“What?” he asked me, popping up right next to me.

“Jeez.” I nearly cut his head off.

“Baby.”

“I’m prepared.” I got a little defensive. “Wait a minute. If you’re here then why is that woman screaming. Oh crap.”

I looked out at the woman that scream and could see exactly why she screamed: the mayor was trying to eat her…

 

Rise Above: Part Eleven

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I ran toward the sound of the blood-curdling scream to stop the zombies before they could do some real damage inside that building. The only thing was that when I got to where the scream erupted from there were no zombies, just a little red devil.

“Mygle!” I practically shouted.

“WHAT IS THAT?!” someone shouted.

“SHOOT IT!” someone else yelled.

One of the cops took out his gun and pointed it right at Mygle’s head.

“Whoa,” I said as I stepped in front of the cop so he couldn’t shoot my friend. Yikes. I just referred to Mygle as my friend. “Please don’t do that.”

“Get out of the way or I’ll shoot you too,” the cop warned me.

“I can’t let you shoot him.”

“He’s with the zombies.”

“No, he’s not. He’s with me and I promise that he is not going to kill you.”

Everyone looked like they definitely didn’t believe me, and to be fair if I were in their shoes I would think the creature that looked like a little red devil would want to kill me. Especially after they were just attacked by a bunch of zombies.

“I need you to trust me,” I begged the frightened crowd.

“I still say we shoot it!” someone else shouted.

“You need to disappear,” I whispered to Mygle.

“But I need to talk,” he tried.

“Meet me on the roof.”

With that he was gone. Everyone started searching for Mygle in a panic, not really sure how he just disappeared into thin air.

“He’s gone,” I assured everyone.

“Why should we trust you now?” a man asked me. “You were with that thing.”

“I’m going to save all of you.” I turned around and walked in the other direction. Luckily no one followed me. “Where’s the mayor?” He was nowhere to be found.

I searched through the crowds trying to find the mayor so I could see if he had made any progress. I couldn’t find him so I searched for the most important person I could find, which ended up being a police officer.

“Listen,” I began, “I told the mayor to get all of the entrances and exits boarded up as best as possible.”

“Okay,” he replied, too frightened to argue with me.

“Can you make sure that gets done?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Okay. I need to get to the roof to take a look at the situation.”

“Right, okay.”

I left him, hopeful he would do a better job than the mayor did, and headed towards the roof. Eventually I found the stairway that led to the roof.

The sounds of the zombies from the outside already reached my ears before I opened the door. For the longest time I stood in front of the door, not really wanting to open it.

I’ve dealt with zombies before, but nothing like what I saw before I walked into that building or what I heard outside. I wasn’t really sure how I was supposed to stop it or if there were any stragglers that had already gotten away.

“Dammit, Wes,” I said out loud to myself. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into?”

I opened the door and stepped through. The sound was almost deafening, surrounding me like a thick cloud of smoke that I couldn’t get through. I reached the edge of the roof and looked over: the place was completely surrounded with nowhere to go.

“Crap…”

 

Rise Above: Part Ten

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The sound of the zombies trying to break in was almost enough to drown out all of the crying and the nervous chatter of everyone in the building—almost. Once everyone saw that I was inside they all stared at me like it was my fault, like I was the one who brought all of the zombies to life. If I wasn’t there they would all die and the world would be consumed by the undead. Because Mygle and I were there, everyone else was going to survive. At least that’s what I hoped for.

As I passed through the crowd a man stepped out in front of me, blocking my path. I couldn’t tell for sure but it looked like he wanted to punch me right in the mouth. I was ready for that attack though.

“You did this,” he said to me, putting a finger right in my chest. I told you they were going to blame me.

“I did this?” I asked stupidly. “I’m the one that tried to warn you.”

“He must have released a virus!” someone else shouted. Everyone yelled in agreement.

I was about to argue that it couldn’t have been a virus but the truth was much less believable to them.

“I don’t know what started this, but I can help,” I promised them.

“Who are you?” the first man asked.

“My name is Owen.” I made that name up of course. “You are?”

“I’m Mayor Wilson.” Great. This guy seemed like a real dinghole.

“Okay, Mayor Wilson. Those zombies outside are real.”

“No kidding.”

“We need to keep everyone in here until I take care of those things outside.”

“You’re not opening that door.”

“I didn’t plan on it. I can find another way out.”

“What do we do?” Everyone stared at me waiting for an answer. They were quick to blame me for this outbreak but now they were looking for an answer. Typical.

“Barricade yourselves inside here. Block the doors with whatever you can.” I stepped up closer to the mayor so only he could hear me. “We need to check if anyone has been bitten here. If we don’t find them now things are going get really bad really fast.”

Mayor Wilson looked at me like he still wanted to punch me. Everyone else started having their own conversations, no longer listening to what we were saying.

“How are we supposed to ask people without starting a panic?”

“Just ask them. I can cure them. Just get people to barricade the place shut so the zombies don’t get in.”

I walked around, thinking about how I was going to produce enough blood to save all of these people. I just hoped that not a lot of them got scratched or bitten.

I began asking people if they had been bitten and they looked at me like I was crazy. Almost everyone did, except for the ones who were bitten. They told me, hoping for something that would save them. The only problem was that people were a little resistant to having my blood injected into them. I forced one of them. I know, it’s horrible, but I knew that it would work so I did it anyway. First they threw up and everyone looked really angry.

“What the hell is the matter with you?” one of them shouted.

“Just give it a second,” I said to them, backing away as they approached me. After a few seconds the guy I injected stood up.

“Wait,” he called out. “Wait.”

Everyone turned back to the man and looked at the bite. It was still there but it didn’t look infected anymore.

“I feel better,” the man said.

Everyone then looked at me, not so angry anymore. I took out three more syringes and filled them all up. I handed them to the guy that I just cured.

“You just need to give them a little bit,” I told him.

“What will happen if I use too much?” he asked me.

“Nothing. Just don’t waste it.”

I gave him to enough to give to people so I could figure out how to deal with the zombies. There was a loud scream from a woman that erupted from the crowd somewhere near the front. The zombies had breached the building…

 

Rise Above: Part Nine

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Mygle and I were killing zombies left and right but they were eating people faster than we could keep up with. This was the worst I have ever seen and I was beginning to think there was going to be a widespread issue before we could stop it. It would be worse than what Larry was doing.

One of the zombies had a little boy pinned to the ground, its mouth inches from his neck. I was about to cut off the zombies head until I realized that it would cover the kid in tainted blood so instead I grabbed the zombie by the back of its tattered suit and threw it into a tree.

I picked up the boy, who was crying, and put him on his feet.

“Run,” was all I said. I didn’t have to tell him twice.

It was absolute chaos. Zombies were everywhere and people were running around like chickens with their heads cut off, trying not to be eaten. I really hoped we could get ahead of this.

“We need to get these people to safety!” I shouted over the noise to Mygle.

“Where?” he replied.

I looked around.

“There!” I said, pointing at what looked like a town hall.

I ran up to the microphone.

“LISTEN EVERYONE!” I screamed as loud as I could. “GET TO THE TOWN HALL LOOKING BUIDLING!” I pointed to it. “NOW! I WILL KEEP THE NOISE UP TO DISTRACT THEM!” This felt very familiar.

I kept shouting into the microphone with random gibberish, demanding the attention all of the zombies. At first none of them turned to look at me but slowly all of them turned and just stared at me.

“Oh shit,” I said into the microphone as I realized they were about to start running at me and only me. And believe me when I tell you there were a lot of them.

I didn’t waste another second and took off running back into the woods so I could lead them away from the people. The only problem was that there were even more zombies coming out of there, so there was no way I could just start running through them without getting bit. That wasn’t a really good option for me.

Mygle popped up next to me.

“You screwed,” he said.

“What do you mean me?” I said.

He then disappeared.

“You little prick!” I shouted.

The zombie in front me fell as his head fell off. Mygle was still helping me but they couldn’t see him so they wouldn’t attack him, the little coward.

The only option that I had was to head to the building that I just sent all of the people to.

“Damn,” I said right before I started running.

When I reached the building I knocked on the door almost as hard as I could. I didn’t want to break it down.

“Let me in!” I shouted.

“No!” someone yelled from behind the door.

“If you don’t open the door I’m going to smash it down and the zombies will start piling in.”

The door suddenly clicked and then opened up. I jumped in and shut the door behind me. Everyone looked at me with confusion and an immense amount of fear. The zombies were banging on the door trying to get in but the good thing was that we were safe, for the time being…

 

Rise Above: Part Eight

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The zombies weren’t too far behind us so I had about five minutes to explain to these people that they were all about to die unless they listened to me. I’ve been able to do some pretty incredible things in my day so that shouldn’t be too hard, right?

I looked over at Mygle and realized that the crowd wouldn’t pay attention to me at all with a little, red devil looking thing standing next to me.

“Yeah,” he began, “I know.” With that he disappeared.

Frantically I searched around for a way to get these peoples’ attention. There was a stage with a microphone that I hoped was on. When I got to it I tapped on the mic a couple times and a sound came from the speakers. There was a lot of music playing but I just tried to yell louder.

“Hello,” I said into the microphone, but no one seemed to hear me.

“HELLO!!!” I shouted as loud as I could.

Some of the people started to notice me and the music suddenly cut off.

“Hello,” I said again, this time grabbing everyone’s attention. A jolt of fear and anxiety rushed through me as I realized that the entire town was staring at me. Time was limited, though.

“Okay,” I continued. “We don’t really have enough time so I am going to make this brief: there is a boat load of zombies that are about to come running out of those woods. We need to move fast.”

Everyone stared at me like I was a crazy person. I kind of would have expected everyone to laugh at me but this isn’t like the movies. Everyone looked very, very angry or confused.

“Is this part of the festival?!” someone shouted.

“Excuse me, son?” a police officer called to me. “You need to step off the stage right now.”

“I’m not kidding,” I said through the microphone. “If you don’t start running you people are going to die.”

Some people looked frightened at that point rather than confused.

“Son,” the police officer repeated. “Now.”

That is when the first zombie came running out of the woods like it was on a mission. Of course it was on a mission: to eat as many people as it could.

“I warned you,” I told them as I pointed at the zombie.

“What is that?” someone asked.

“A zombie.”

At first everyone just stared, not really sure if what they were looking at was real or not. I think it was when the rest of the zombies came out like a swarm of bees that reality sank in.

“Get to cover now!” I yelled into the microphone.

Everyone started running like their lives depended on it, which they did. It all happened so fast that I wasn’t even sure where to begin. All of the zombies started eating the people and tearing the flesh from their bones.

Mygle appeared next to me.

“That went well,” he said.

“Not really,” I admitted.

“I know.”

“Start fighting.”

We jumped into the crowd and started cutting down the zombies. It was bad enough when they were rising from the grave but now that they were eating people they were going to spread even quicker. This had gone from bad to worse really quick…

 

Rise Above: Part Seven

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The first body rose up and the rest came shortly after. The necromancer needed to find the body in the very most center of the graveyard and the dead start rising. We were there to stop them but if we didn’t start moving quickly the number of zombies was going to rise—no pun intended—faster than we could handle.

The body was pushing itself out of the ground like it was crawling though fluff. The necromancer backed away from the rising zombie until it was gone. The body was in pretty bad shape, almost completely deteriorated.

I jumped toward the zombie with a single bound, closing the distance between it and me. Without thinking I chopped its head right off. Unfortunately I didn’t kill it before the next one started to rise. If you can kill all of the risen ones before the next one rises then it stops.

“We need to get the zombies, ignore the necromancer,” I said to Mygle.

“I know that,” he said.

Together we started killing them as they rose, but they were coming up fast.

“This isn’t going well,” Mygle pointed out.

“I’ve noticed that,” I replied. “Just keep killing them and shut up.”

“Jeez.”

I leapt from tombstone to tombstone killing the dead as they tried to rise from their graves. As I looked around though I could see there were already a lot of zombies walking around.

I stopped focusing on all of the ones rising out of the graves and killing the ones walking around. There were more walking around every second, more than the two of us could handle.

“We’re out of our depth here,” I shouted to Mygle.

“Speak yourself,” he replied to me as the zombies closed in on him. Everyone knows, or should know, that I am impervious to any of the viruses that monsters can inflict on people, but for whatever reason when a zombie bites me I get really nauseous. When I’m throwing up and surrounded by zombies you can imagine that I might actually die.

“We need to run, Mygle!” I shouted. “NOW!”

Mygle disappeared, reappeared in front of me, and then we were both past the cemetery. The zombies must have had some sort of homing sense on us because they immediately turned around and started running towards us. Yes, I should mention that these zombies are the ones that can run and eat you. Not those slow useless ones.

“Run,” Mygle ordered. I was not in a mood to argue so I did.

We both took off as fast as we could, heading who knows where.

“Do you know where we are going?” I asked the little red devil.

“Towards the town,” he said.

“What?” It was too late.

We came out of the woods into the center of the town. There was some sort of festival going on because it looked like the entire town my have been there. Oh boy…