User blog:Ore-samma/My Zombie (Order solider) (amputee survivor)

Hello Fans, Ore-samma here!

This one is another fan request = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068760/r/4400000000000457907

'' Two soldiers of the Order, a man and a woman, during a mission find what in the world of MGE would be the magical equivalent of a land mine, the girl dies, but the boy survives, despite being badly injured, lost both legs and an arm and for that reason he was forced to retire, months later, during the night, he is approached by his old partner, but now she is an undead monster. ''

This story is built from my earlier zombie story = User blog:Ore-samma/My Zombie

Hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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“Richard, don’t be such a wuss!” I sassed. “These ruins have been abandoned for years and besides, the rest of our squad has the perimeter taken care of!”

“Brianne, how many times have I told you, exercise extreme caution! I am still your commanding officer and I said-”

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That was the last thing I knew until I woke up in the dead of night.

I looked about, the ruins were little more than rubble and the dust of something horrible still clung to the air.

I cried out, half in fear, half in pain- wait….no, I wasn’t feeling pain. I struggled to get up, but I-

''“Oh! Oh! Oh no!”'' I screamed, noticing only my right arm moved. I looked down, and realized my legs and my left arm must have been blown off. There was nothing left but mangled meaty stumps.

Wait a second! There was also no blood? I tenderly raised my fingers to my neck...then the other side of my neck….I placed my hand over my chest…..

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“Yes, you are dead.” A voice said from my left.

“Wh-who’s there!” I squeaked looking about.

A woman slowly stepped into view. She wore a dark maroon velvet dress, her eyes were blood red and her skin was so pale, it almost looked as if it were the surface of the moon itself.

“I am Vivienne. You trespass in the remains of what was once my home.” She said while stepping into full view. “You have accidentally activated a long buried experiment my Victor conducted a long time ago and deemed too dangerous to ever complete.” She sighed. “Congratulations on being the first surviving victim of stone detonation.”

“Stone? What?” I gasped.

“My Victor was called upon by the countess Gillin to make a stone that would detonate upon the close approach of the living. It was meant to be a deterrent to allow the dead to rest without having their slumber defiled by thieves.” She continued to look at me with her red hungry eyes. “But it was only meant to cause controlled cave-ins, but my Victor realized it could have caused casualties...such as yourself, and decided to cease all research after he made one stone.” She kneeled next to me. “He buried it, thought he buried it deep enough….I am here because he was wrong, and….I am here for you.”

I tried to swallow but couldn’t….my mouth stopped producing saliva for what must have been a long time. “Wh- what do you want with me?”

Still keeping her red eyes locked into mine, she gave a chilling smile. “Well, that is up to you my dear. Do you want to continue to exist as a zombie? My Victor knows much where it concerns restoring the dead. Or-” She pulled out a wooden stake. “Do you want to rest, and rest forever? Whatever you decide, do hurry. Your reserves of demonic energy are dwindling fast, and you won’t have the frame of mind to make a decision, and in that case, it will be made for you.”

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“Anything to spare? Anything to spare for a disabled veteran of the Order?” I called out to passerby.

A few clinks in my bowl sounded, “Thank you sir! Anything helps!” I exhaled, watching the last of today’s traffic filter in the gate and looked at my meager scrapings.

Only eight coppers...just enough for two bowls of soup.

“Another night next to the horses.” I mumbled, and coughed. Maybe this winter I would die and wouldn’t have to struggle to come up to the entrance of the city of my former home.

I struggled on the small wooden cart the healing society provided for me so that I would have the least semblance of mobility and started to use my wooden stick to slowly paddle my way to the tavern.

“Two bowls of soup, please.” I mumbled at the cute waitress who was kind enough to take my order at the door and handed her my eight coppers.

She gave a rueful smile and only took six. “It’s going to be a cold night, I’ll see what I can do to have the inn master allow you the unsold room for the rest.”

I nodded, keeping my tears five steps away from the only eye I had left. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

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She soon returned with the Innmaster in two and two bowls of soup and a small loaf of bread that looked a little burnt.

“Hey Richard.”

I looked closer at the Innmaster. “Jared? Wow. Hey.”

Jared nodded. “All this time you should have said who you were. I would have helped out long ago!”

I shook my head. “Yes, I believe you. But then where would I be right now?” I held up my finger before he could protest. “Jared, don’t. I’m no fool and neither are you. It’s only a matter of time before death claims me. There’s no way to regain my limbs, and no way for me to make a living apart from begging. And I won’t expect someone to care for me hand and- ” I gave a rueful chuckle. “-and foot, or stump as it were.” I shook my head again to Jared about to speak again. “I am just trying to gather the last of my courage to end it on my own terms, you know?”

Jared sighed, “I really wish you didn’t put it like that. But...yeah… I see what you mean. You  never were one to shy away from reality.” He held out his hand.

I nodded, and took his hand and squeezed with as much strength as I could. “Jared, can you help me? Please? Just this once-and-last time?”

Jared locked his gaze with me and nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

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After I ate, I was led to the unsold room and was drawn a bath. I reveled in the feel of soap, hot water, and being clean for the first time since I was forcibly retired from the Order and ejected from the healing society.

I looked up to the door opening. A different inn waitress entered and gave me a somber look as she placed a small vial within arms reach and nodded. She opened the window and left without another word as a deep fog poured into the room.

I grasped the bottle, glad she was even kind enough to unscrew the top for me and took a whiff.

“Soldiers mercy,” I whispered, squeezing a tear from my eye and exhaled, setting the bottle down. My death would be painless and certain! Jared really came through for me as this poison was only made by magical means and was usually reserved for captains and higher ranks within the order.

I finished my bath and was about to crawl into bed when I decided it was better not to. Once I died, I was going to soil wherever I was, and I thought it would be better to make sure my death spared as much inconvenience as possible.

I crawled about and got the chamber pot and drained the bathwater to the gutter and got back into the tub, making sure my lower half was seated well into the chamberpot.

“Least I could do, Jared. Thanks.” I whispered and was about to quaff the entire bottle when it was deftly taken from my grasp.

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I looked up-

“You!” I hissed...it was Brianne.

“Um….h-hey Richard.” Brianne said with a feeble wave.

“Brianne!” I hissed. “Figures it would be you that comes to take me to the land of the disgraced dead! If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have lost everything!”

Brianne looked down upon me and nodded, wiping her eyes. “Richard, I’m so sorry. I can’t even begin to express how sorry I am for all that happened to you.”

I took a closer look at her. Brianne’s body was a strange patchwork of sewn-together flesh. Her left arm and legs were a slightly different shade than the rest of her body. She wrung her wrists and I also noticed one of her eyes was now green, and was a bit off center from her native brown one.

“What happened to you?” I whispered, feeling a subtle horror chill my being.

“There is this scientist. His name is Victor Frankenstein...the man who owned that ruin we were searching….he...fixed me.”

I felt a mixture of outrage and humor ripple through me. “You’ve got to be joking! Victor Frankenstein died over five hundred years ago!”

Brianne shook her head. “No, he is alive. He lives with his wife in the Undead Realm of N’ebess, and-”

“And what?!?” I nearly screamed. “Brianne! You were a knight of the Order! Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Why did you cast your allegiance so quickly to the enemy? Have you no  shame? Have you no honor?”

Brianne’s face took a grotesque expression of rage and hurt. “And what about you?!?! Look at what being loyal to the Order has gotten you! They cast you out! When you needed them the most!” She kneeled before the tub to be at eye level with me. “But- even though they cast you out, and would allow you to kill yourself...I’m here! I want to help you!”

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I scoffed and turned away only to be smacked.

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“Don’t you dare look away from me!” She cried out. “I stayed this way for you! I came back for you! I- I- I love you, Richard!”

I looked into her face, her wet eyes and nodded. “I knew. I always knew. Even when you were just a cadet. Is that why you were always so reckless? Always trying to impress me?”

She lowered her face and sniffed. “Yes.” She whispered and nodded.

I exhaled and looked to the ceiling of the inn that was now hazed over by the fog.

“Richard.” Brianne whispered as she placed her cold hand on mine.

I looked at her and she continued.

“I love you. I want you to love me. I want you to be with me, but- I can’t force you. If you want to let go...I will have to live with that.” She lowered her face and wiped her eyes. “At the very least I could tell you in death what I couldn’t tell you in life. I had the chance to say goodbye, and at least offer you something, anything that was better than dying here, like this.”

I looked at the vial and back to Brianne and exhaled. “Can...can Frankenstein fix me?” I whispered.

Brianne shrugged. “I do not know, but it was his invention that ruined both of our bodies. He is willing to try….if you want him to.”

I nodded. “Okay...I will...but promise me something.”

Brianne nodded. “I will give you rest if it doesn’t work. I promise.” She said holding her hands over her chest.

“Okay.”

Brianne picked me up and set me on the bed and gave a strange smile as she pulled her undergarments from beneath close fitting tube dress.

“What are you-”

“My energy is running low. I need a top off to stay in the present.” She said as she sauntered to the bed and wrapped her lips around my flesh.

I gasped as her tongue swirled around me, seeming to revive sensation and feeling where I thought it was lost.

I felt my body give in, almost instantly to her attentions and she moaned and gulped my seed into her eager throat.

“So quick?” She purred. “Ahh, but I see you’re still not satisfied….neither am I.” She whispered as she settled upon me, grinding her hips into me. Again, my body immediately surrendered to her motions, but the lack of familiarity seemed to also transfer into her as she violently clamped down upon me and trembled all over.

She exhaled, her breath adding to the mist as she slowly slid off me and gathered me in her arms. “Come  my love, destiny awaits.”

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She strode to a waiting open door that was glowing around its edge, forming a magical portal....leading to some strange laboratory where I saw an ominous metal slab, and a silhouette of a man and woman waiting by it.