Chapter 4: 3. Zombies

Walking back through the halls was pretty boring as they were on guard and didn't talk but there were no more skeletons. We passed the room I woke up in and it was missing a stack of dead, guess that's that those abominations were made of.

 We traveled deeper into the fort till the caster (I should ask their names sometime in the future) told us to stop. She tapped her foot on the ground in a few different places before she readied her staff.

 The stone ground opened up, a small passage barely two feet wide. 'Makes sense, two evil mages would try to cover their escape.'

 It was a tight squeeze for Letoy, kindof surprised he even fit, but we found our way through. It didn't go far, just to some hill a bit aways, a good escape route. 

 But there was a slight problem, there was no forest or woods in sight. "Hey, do one of you guys have a map? They said they would go to the woods before pillaging another village. Maybe we can figure out what village they'll hit and ambush them there?"

 Alex kept moving but reached into his bag, handing me a map.

 "By the way, why do you know where they are going?" The caster questioned, her suspicion noticeable.

 "Necromancers seem to feel unperturbed talking near a bloody pile of bloody dead… by the way what are y'all's names? I've only heard Letoy's."

 "Oh right, you know me, Letoy. The lady leader is Lynn and her other bodyguard, the always tired Alex and weee're the 'Silver Dosha'!" He declared, pointing to where we were on my new map. And the closest forest, guess they thought of that…

 'A bodyguard, A noble perhaps? I'll think of that later, the map says the forest should be an hour away, and the village closest to that if half a day. The two are probably already in the woods. And there's a village with a fire symbol…' handing the map back to Alex

 "How long have you guys been hunting these guys?"

 "You talk a lot for a kid who barely escaped necromancers and their rotting dead." Lynn commented, "A week if you must know. Right after the first village raid."

 'That was not a very cool thing to say' I frown. "I can be depressed after I see them dead." 'Wow dark much? Welp, hope that convinced them.'

 Not having any more immediate questions we walked for nearly an hour before the forest came into view. With the woods in sight everyone picked up their pace, took another hour to get over there. I was really glad it was cloudy, or ele I would be sweating like a tsunami. 

 Going through the woods Letoy took the lead from Alex without a word. The sun had just set when we came across two men with longswords, one sitting on a stump with his hands covering his eyes and the other watchful, like a ghost could appear from anywhere, and he didn't look friendly.

 "Who the hell are these people, Letoy, did you follow the right tracks? Did they split anywhere?" Lynn hushed from a bush.

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 "'Course the tracks split, you know I'm a better tracker than a bloodhound, their path led here. They will be here."

 "Do we have to fight then? It's night, and they are probably on high alert." Alex yawned laying on the floor. "We also don't know how strong, where, how many they are. If there are too many people we could always wait till our bounty leaves."

 "We didn't bring enough food to wait long. And I'm not in a waiting mood. So we're going in now, kid stay here, out of the way." {Lynn}

 Saying her piece she started chanting, two rocks near me floated up and began molding themselves into spikes. Looking over at the others they seemed annoyed but not about to stop her recklessness. Abruptly the two sharp rocks flew at the guards stabbing the one standing in the throat, but the one squatting fell off the log accidentally dodging.

 Alex dashes at the man scrambling to his feet, two exchanges was all it took for him to gut the remaining bandit. Lynn started to chant again, everyone was still till she moved to a hidden trapdoor and blasted it open.

 "What a rash move. Welp do stay here, it'd be bad if they brung their hideout down and you get killed, ok?" Letoy warned me scratching his grey hair.

 I couldn't see them after they went inside but the odd hue of lights and the sound of clanging metal told me they were still at it. Having nothing better to do I tried to make small Vector arrows and curve them to slice bugs with them. Come to think of it, I haven't seen a flying bug yet, even when I woke up in the pile, they only crawled. 

 A few minutes passed with me stabbing trees, bugs, and myself (on my forearm) with the small arrow to test its power to decide it was ultimately useless. Trying to carve a tree with vector arrows, I had an idea, if those people were bandits they might have had money, coins, credits or whatever the hell they use on them.

 I walked up to the two dead, blood pooled around them and a few bugs were already in the blood drinking. The slight clang of metal could still be heard in the house, they are probably in the basement. I looked through their clothes (trying not to touch the blood) there was a pouch full of white triangles with rounded edges on the gutted one. But before I got to the other one a pulse of blue magic came from the door.

 The dead bandit with a stone spike in its throat sat up like the undertaker, grabbing it's sword, he gutted bandit rose like on strings. 

 "Guess they found the necromancer." I murmured moving back firing two vectors into the gutted one who was still getting pulled up by unseeable strings.

 One to the head and if these things can work without a head to its leg, to cut it off or at least debilitate it. I watched the guy crumble back to the ground, until the other ran at me his sword readied. 

 'They can run? And it looks ok- unstaggered, purposeful. I guess it makes sense as they only died recently. Let's hope it didn't retain its sword skills.'

 I dodge under a slash to the head and shoot a vector arrow at his leg. The zombie side stepped and stabbed at my chest, I twisted to the side avoiding the blade and kicked his chest pushing him back. 'Slightly wide slash slash, slow stab, it doesn't have all its skill or its motor function is screwed.' 

 It charges me again with a very telegraphed over head, if it wasn't undead I'd be upset it thought that would work, I quickly hold up my hand and firing a vector arrow at his arm. With one of the arms supporting the sword gone the slash becomes unstable and falls short. I fire another vector arrow at its head, removing it. 

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