This is the second part of the sequence off the hugely weird zombie dream I had. This time I was one of the zombie hunters.
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I was looking through the eyepiece of a silenced hunting rifle towards an apartment building riddled with zombies.
"When's my turn?" Whined Pope.
"Leave me alone," I replied. "I'm looking for-" My sentence was cut short when I took a shot at something. There was a woman climbing the walls of the apartment, punching holes in the brick. She was probably using metal claws to keep her upright. The shot hit a meter right from the top of her head. She looks to my and signals and OK.
"What the fuck did you shoot?" Pope asked.
"I didn't shoot anyone or anything. I just marked the messenger."
"You mean she knows we're here?"
"She's supposed to, you idiot!" I snarled under my breath and went back to the eyepiece. A Hunter was tailing the woman as she left towards me. I told Pope to prepare for a hunter. "Be ready to shoot but not until I say so,"
"Why not?"
Before I could answer, the woman appeared in front of me and threw to the floor a sack of stolen goods and supplies. A second later, the hunter. "Weapons down, vicar, pope. The hunter is our ally for now,"
"You know, Divida, you could tell use when you wanted to voodoo a hunter. Pope was ready to shoot it. A memo, next time?" I looked at her, nonplussed.
"What was the point in that? I do this everytime,"
"She's right you know, Vic." Pope chided in. I glared at her in response.
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In a room was a man who was old and rickety, chanting matras and in deep meditation. he was in the apartment I was shooting at. The lights were flickering on and off silhouetting bodies just outside his open door. This man did not show fear and kept chanting. Suddenly, several zombies made its way towards him. He chanted a different mantra this time and the zombies started killing each other. When the last one was standing he grabbed a knife and stabbed it in the head. It fell, dead. he gets picked up later by Divida and her brother Kivan. they sat proudly on top of a flying creature, not unlike the dragons of old. About as big as a fighter jet.
The old man was sitting quietly behind Kivan as the siblings were talking.
"I don't understand why we have to do this all the time," said Kivan, boredom and disdain soaked his voice.
"There's so few guilds that can survive this, Kivan, and we only have two we can trust with our lives. The Zombie Hunters, which trains an Elite group of zombie killers, and he Norths, which is our family or magic users and thieves. I know you don't like it but your job is vital for our survival." replied Divida.
"Yeah, I'm a zombie herder,"
"No, you're a powerful telepath and magic-user. You just need a little training. I'm sure Magni agrees," I said, smiling at the old man.
"Easy for you to say. You lock down hunters, use them then shoot them when the job's done," Kivan rolled his eyes.
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