Dead Space: Through the mind of a Necromorphby XenoJohnChaptersChapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Haunted by Killers part 1IntroductionChapter 1Chapter 5Chapter 6 (Important note)Chapter 2Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Chapter 3Chapter 3 Uninvited Guests I walk down the halls of this facility still with rage building up in my mind and around my body from every step I take. Even though what happened earlier wasn't that necessary, but it was. Surprise got what she whats coming to her. She should have learned better.... Oh wait. She is dumb as a rock. And why I was angry enough to kill her, but instead I let her dodge another bullet. Why I did it because Rainbow Dash's corpse was twenty years old and rotten to the core. And that meant she was a waste of a feast. Necromorphs usually eat then kill. Which means they eat corpses which are not really rotten, or rotten to the bone, and if even the corpse has been dead for about hours, days, weeks, hell even fucking years. And then they kill. And leave the body for something else to feast on. Or let an infector get to it. Necromorphs like me kill then eat. In other words, we kill our victims then eat them. We don't eat them rotten because the taste is disgusting and a waste for a feast. That's why we kill our victims then go straight to eating. But the others eat them alive or dead anyways. For the love of the marker do they know how to kill if they are too stupid to know the basics? Types of necrmorphs like me more skilled and well known for defensive moves against our enemies We make sure that our victims are easily killed so that we don't have a hard time trying to kill our victims or get our limbs chopped off. Or we wound them making them unable to escape or attack. We make sure we eat all of their organs and eat some of their limbs if we feel like it. We make sure nothing is left but a empty corpse with just the body and eaten leaving nothing good left for other. That is a perfect way to kill and to eat. I only see others who are too stupid to know how work their front and backlegs. What they do gets them nothing. Or ending up getting themselves killed. This is why I do this to stay alive. Well for you. Good luck on dying my friend Well my friend if you are one of us and you want to be a key master at surviving like me, and you DON'T want to die alone.... Like you'll end up anyways. You'd better damn well be intelligent, skilled, and get the fear and the respect that you deserve, Be smart at everything that will help you with survival. Be the best at killing ANYTHING! And show the ones that treat you like scum that they should have killed themselves before they met you. In a way that proves that you are like the Worthy Blooded type. But it seems utterly impossible for young blooded to even do such a thing. The Worthy Blooded type can easily kill us. But if you just try....Without losing limbs. You might be a well known and feared necromorph. A rumbling noise was heard from outside of the facility. A drop ship landed and inside it was a group of soldiers. What they are doing here is unknown. But hell awaits for our uninvited guests. Author's Note It was all I can come up with :/ Chapter 4Chapter 4 The feast begins As the drop ship doors open and the soldiers come out. The total of them is ten. A Pegasus trotted out and then spoke. "Ok Venssi wants two chosen necromorphs for his...I don't really know what he does with them but he needs them for some 'tests'." The stallion said. A unicorn trotted up to the Pegasus with a confused look. "What kind of necromorphs do we need?" The unicorn asked. "We need a," The pegasus opened a holographic wall of text that came out of a area around his chest and started reading it. "We need a aggressive slasher and a hyper active twitcher." The pegasus said as he closed the wall of text. An Earth Pony wearing a arctic survival suit trotted to the Stallion then spoke. "Well I study necromorphs, so I might be a good help for this one." He said as he looked at the abandoned base. "And what help will you be?" The Pegasus asked. The Earth pony chuckled then he answered the Pegasus's question. "Well half of you has never been on these kind of tasks nor some of you even know what kills a necromorph." "Well how do you know?" "Where is the part of the body that kills a necromorph?" The Pegasus looked around for a bit. And tried to think of an answer. He looked back at the Earth pony then spoke. "Is it the head?" the stallion asked. The Earth pony sighed. "That kills feeders...." "Cut off the limbs and that'll kill them." The Earth pony replied. "And how do you know?" One of the soldiers asked. The Earth pony's helmet went off as parts of it went into some place on the suit so it can be stored, he slapped his hoof on his face in frustration. "How long has it been since the outbreak started?" He said sliding his hoof off his face. "Twenty years?" One of the soldiers spoke. "Of course. How many of you even looked at a picture of a necromorph?" He said. Silence filled around every one. The Earth pony was about to speak but a engineer raised his hoof. "I only seen pictures of slashers and I've killed a live one before...Only because it was marked as a useless specimen." The engineer said nervelessly. A unicorn and three other ponies raised their hooves. "We've know nearly as you know with necromorphs, 'nearly'." one of them said. The pegasus looked at the earth pony and spoke. "Well WheelJack at least they know, same with you." "Only me and four know so, the rest that have never killed or seen a necromorph are useless." WheelJack said. Another pegasus trotted to the door and said. "I'm gonna start the mission because I can't stand to wait here freezing to death." The pegasus said in a annoyed tone. He put his hoof on to a blue holographic sign said 'open?' as his hoof went near it the door opened. A stallion was standing in the entrance as the doors opened. The stallion had a pickaxe in his neck, and he was just standing there with a blank stare. His eyes had no sign of life and the stallion was half frozen with ice on parts of his body. "HOLY FUCK!" The pegasus said when he saw the standing corpse. The pegasus gasped and jumped back when he saw the dead stallion standing there. Then the standing corpse fell on to the snow, before WheelJack and the soldiers could think something walked to the corpse with the pickaxe in it's neck. The thing violently ripped the pickaxe out of the corpse's neck. The creature was a stallion wearing mining equipment. The stallion was limp and his health bar on his back wasn't on. The limp stallion looked up at the soldiers. The stallion's eyes are hollow and glowing same with his mouth. Others came some were holding axes and pickaxes. They were constantly speaking one word. It seemed like they are poorly saying the word 'speak'. "Oh shit necromorphs!" WheelJack said as he pulled out his plasma cutter. The pegasus that opened the door was frozen in horror, the neceromorph holding two axes ran up to the pegasus and violently stabbed him in the neck with one of the axes. The pegasus's health bar was slowly depleting. The pegasus started gasping for air of the axe that was stabbed in his neck was cutting his air to breathe. Before the pegasus could make another gasp the necromorph made a demented roar and violently stabbed the pegasus in the muzzle. The pegasus made a final gasp and was his final word that exited his lungs and he died looking into his killer's hollow glowing eyes that had not even a speck of sanity on them. The pegasus's eyes rolled back into his head as blood started draining out of his eyes, the necromorph started chopping the dead pegasus's head off. The necromorph then watched as the pegasus's lifeless corpse fall to the white cold snow. The necromorph was satisfied that he made the kill but to the others who were pointing their weapons saw on their faces was just a blank stare with insanity frozen on their limp bodies. The necromorphs stared at the soldiers and as the soldiers were horrified yet disgusted of how brutal the kill was. The necromorph did it without hesitation nor did it even seem to take victory of the kill. It was like it did it on instant it saw the pagasus. It didn't even think about what to do, it was like the word 'kill' was on it's mind, killing is what it seemed for it to only care about. It would just kill anything it sees. It wont stop that one thing, until it kills it's victim... Then it moves on to the next and the next after that. *** I stop my walk and look at my surroundings. I see unitologist writing on the walls and candles are lit. I look picture spray painted on a wall. The picture was a white mare but her mouth was missing and her eyes were painted like if she or something violently rip them out. I made a smile as I looked at the picture. It was downright disturbing.... But to me it looks like your average painting in a art gallery. Ponies who aren't infected would ether be startled or nearly vomit. I should have been scared shitless.... But I can't be scared. I can't get scared. I can't feel fear. But I can smell fear. Taste fear. I can feel fear when I'm about to kill something.... I could feel their fear that if they don't make it their life would be over.... But they never make it so their pointless life would be over anyways.... But soon they'll be reborn into the insanity of life after death... "Ugh. There I go again." I say to myself as I was nearly about to think about our race of true insanity. And I just realize that, I don't feel enraged anymore. I don't feel angry, I don't have a urge to kill with such rage in it. But I do and always have an urge to kill. "Surprise..." I said in shame. I just hate nearly everything possible, I would instantly hate a new necromorph or just one passing by me. And Surprise. She is dumb as a rock, she always lets me down, she's never able to do anything right not even making a clean kill, if she was in a fight she would always cower off or I have to come and save her before she gets killed. But my anger that I've shown her earlier. I've shown her anger like insulting her, or threatening to end our friendship and kill her. I always saw her with a grin on her face and her attitude was always happy go on behavior. She'd apologize of what she'd did but then when I insult, threaten and leave her alone for hours I'd always see her with a grin and acting like if it didn't even bother her. Not even the slightest made her feel upset. But when I left I heard her cry a little bit in the vents. At first I just blocked it out and moved on. But now when I think about it, I never saw her cry. Before we entered in the facility I saw her fake crying. She knew how to fake cry but when the event happened earlier. I always could tell, her 'cries' were not believable even in first glance. I remembered back when I entered the vent to look at her in my rage and disgust. I saw her mane and tail go straight like pinkie pie did when she was really sad. As I thought and looked back of what happened and what I did to my friend. I know I can have anger issues. With mostly everything I come in contact with. But I think I've gone a little too far with this one. "Oh Surprise," I said through a sigh. "If only I had control of being a monster." And with that I started to head back for one big apology...But this time Surprise in the one who needs to have an apology. And I wonder. Can a monster really have a heart? As I continue to move through this facility as the light in here hardly even occurs nor will I ever see light in this facility and the outside world. I've been out there so many times I only saw clouds covering the sky and spreading snow on the ground, the snow that falls on the ground that I stand or walk on has been falling for so long. Still I haven't seen light nor do I remember seeing it or remembering what it looks like. I tried to search for light but not once not even the smallest speck of light that could be found. it was like just a dream seeing light. But I can't dream. I can't remember if I can dream. I can't remember how to dream. A necromorph forgets many things. We forget how to sleep. We forget how to tell from right to wrong. We forget what we once were before we became on of them. We forget our sanity....And the meaning of reality. We forget how to be alive. And we forget what it is like not being a monster. All of these things about me and necromorphs swarm through my mind. I've come to realize that sometimes when I'm alone that I think what we do and what we are and so on. And a reminder popped in my head. "Oh yeah....I need food." I say to myself. I nearly forgot about our food crisis. I have to feast. I need to feast. To stay alive. I know one day if I haven't eaten soon enough I would finally die from starvation. I've seen necromorphs die from starvation. To us dying from starvation is like.....We think dying from starvation is a pathetic way to die. At first it wasn't an issue twenty years ago. But when we all realized how much we've eaten. Hell we've eaten even if we got full. This issue seems to happen in the crystal empire for arctic necromorphs. A sent of something alive and moving was picked up. My iris shrinks and the instinct of hunting instantly fills my body and the erg to kill rapidly grows. My prey is just ten steps away. I could hear him cursing and panting like if he was escaping from one of us. "Ah shit....I hope the others are alright, why did I run away from my squad?" My prey said through gasps. I see pegasi wings. And I could tell by the voice that my prey is a stallion. I came up with an idea. I could feast on him and give some meat to Surprise. She did her share into finding food now I can return the favor. As I stare at my prey cloaked in the darkness I can hear every breath he takes and I could hear every heartbeat from his heart. I slowly make my way to him not even caring how much noise I make. He hears me.... he turns around and looks at me. Before he could pull out his weapon he just stood there frozen if fear....I smell his fear. As my eyes stare into his and as they stare into his soul which makes his fear grow even stronger. And my soul.... My soul is dead... I charge at him and knocked him on the cold hard metal ground and I stand on top of my prey then I start to saw at his wings with my spears that are built with me and which gives me a decent meal and helps me kill prey. I hear screams of pain as his last wing was cut off. As blood spills from holes of once were wings now just a sign of humiliation. I feel his fear that his life will soon be over if he doesn't escape... But my prey never escapes... I wont let them... But the real feast starts now... As I rip out a piece of flesh of the soldier I gladly heard him scream in pain as I devoured the piece of flesh. I made sure he stays alive and awake so he can feel more pain. I stab him with my spear on my left hoof in the stomach, I started tearing it open and started feasting on his stomach. As the flesh that I eat brings satisfaction as it touches my taste buds and enters my stomach. I smell his fear of undeserved death. I stare him in the eyes and so did he. He looked at my eyes. My eyes have pure insanity stained on them as the show no sight of sanity nor sign of being Equestrian. Then I stabbed him yet again then went back to work. I ripped out a lung and started devouring the piece of meat. The soldiers heath bar finally ended and a noise came sounding like a heart machine will give when some one dies. I get up. I finished my feast. But I still need more. More food. I need to feast. Haunted by Killers part 1Hunted By Killers part 1 Blunty was having second thoughts about him joining this mission, his squad members were jumped by a bunch of Slashers, Wasters and Feeders. Which was very frightening that the fact that the necromorph attack wiped out nearly all of their group leaving only WheelJack, three engineers and himself. It was shocking what necromorphs can do in groups. The Stalkers, whom he hated the most, and feared to put it in that view. The Stalker that attacked him looked hardly like a pony, or what the others looked like. Its hooves were like feat and hands all with sharp claws. Its face and head were deformed and mutated and it had no eyes just empty eye sockets. Its ribcages was open showing no organs but its stomach. What’s more, he doesn't know how to kill it if it runs up and knocks him down then runs away. He really doesn’t know anything about necromorphs except to cut off their limbs. "Maybe I could find a shuttle and leave this frozen hell hole." He mumbled. Blunty was still thinking to himself whether he should leave or continue. But if he leaves he'll abandon his friend WheelJack. Blunty and WheelJack were great friends. Blunty was loyal and trust worthy. So was WheelJack. They met seventeen years ago before EquestrianUnitedForces started putting Necromorphs in different areas, which occurred three years after they met. That’s when the necromorphs were sent into territories. One of them was the EverFree Forest. Ever since a Marker grew there, the UnitedEquestrianForces decided to put Necromorphs were Markers are located. They sent many groups of Necromorphs into 'Necromorph Territory v.1'. The EverFree Forest. The Necromorphs began to mutate there, turning them nearly into plant life creatures. Some would be similar to fly traps or trees. Some necromorphs would have small branches on their bodies. Some would have leaves, vines, or any kind of tree bark growing on their bodies. There are borders of where territories are placed. There are other Necromorph territories such as Ponyville. Ponyville has some non-infected life but the population is dropping by extreme numbers due to suicide, homicide, necromorph infection, strange paranormal activities, paranormal electronics, as well as other creatures that even the Necromorphs themselves are scared of. In the Crystal Empire there is no life whatsoever, all but necromorphs. There was an outbreak started there in the first place and a Marker in their city that started it all, due to a failure in a Marker testing lab of some sort. To this day no one knows what caused the failure to happen. But the cold was also getting on Blunty's nerves. 'Sweet Celestia its cold, I've should've brought an arctic survival suit with me...Damn it WheelJack' Blunty thought. Blunty started to hear a thumping sound as if a head was smashing itself on a wall. Blunty's spine started to crawl with fear, aiming his flashlight and plasmacutter, Blunty was ready to meet whatever comes at him. The more he trekked down to find the noise the more louder it grew. Blunty could hear a skull cracking as the thumping continued. Blunty pointed his flashlight toward where the noise came from. It came from a lone stallion hitting his head on a beat up pipe. His health bar was completely black, his back showed his left rib cage due to the decaying body. He wasn't wearing any clothing but the health bar. His left hoof was torn off and he was holding it on his right hoof. He had ice around on some parts on his body, most of his body appeared to be frozen. The look made Blunty jump and gasp at the stallion. The stallion stopped hitting his head on the pipe he paused for a moment and turned to Blunty. The stallion grew a confused look out of Blunty's scared expression. The stallion's face had his right eye missing, the rest of his looked perfectly fine. After a moment of silence the stallion spoke. "Hey buddy you alright? You've looked like you've seen a ghost." Spoke the possibly dead stallion. Blunty was mildly disturbed by the stallion's behaviour. The way how the stallion spoke so calmly like how a friend would say if you were scared by something. Blunty tried to muster a word but he was just frozen in his horror. The stallion shrugged at Blunty, "Well I don't know what’s wrong with you then," He began. "Guess I'm just a little crazy in the head." The stallion twitched. He turned around back to the pipe and thrashed his head hard enough to crack open a skull, The hit killed him instantly, the body slid down the pipe leaving a trail of blood. Blunty's jaw dropped, and felt like he wanted to vomit. But he was just silent like the horror that lay in front of Blunty's back legs. His thoughts couldn't think of anything to be thought. His voice couldn't say anything to comfort Blunty's sanity. Everything in Blunty's mind just stopped, he didn't breathe, he didn't move, he didn't speak, he didn't think. The only thing he could just do is watch the stallion's act of suicide. A stalker's cry for hunger made Blunty jump back into reality. Blunty's helmet covered his face and aimed his plasma cutter. A stalker must've followed him, it would make sence hence the name of necromorph is called 'Stalker'. Probably it was desprate for a good kill is why it had followed Blunty. Where it followed him wasn't Blunty's concern. Blunty was still in stalker territory and this place is perfect for stalkers to hunt him down, he didn't know if he was the one who was about to have his body parts devoured by a walking corpse or the one who killed a undead creature who seems to play mind games with its food. Either way one of them is going to die. *** WheelJack was having memories of this place he used to work at. He could remember the scientists that were always at the research lab researching about who knows what. He remembered there was field trip here with a bunch of fifth graders touring around the facility so long ago. That day was the most fun he had in years. He showed the class and teachers how medicalbots are programed and how stasis modules were engineered and used. He remembered how he blew those kid's minds when he was the test subject of showing them if stasis were to be used on living beings. He felt very slow with everything around him and himself after the stasis wore off. It lasted for two hours straight! Then he felt like himself again. He had many fun times here, mostly things were dull and boring, but there were fun and existing moments that kept him in his career for working for 'The United Equestrian Forces'. He also worked with a very special friend. He felt like a brother to him when they met back when WheelJack was twelve years old. Back when his mother died of, you guessed it, some kind of uncurable disease. His father died in a military operation that went horribly wrong. They were attacked by Unitolgist Soldiers who thought the operation was about destroying a marker. But in reality they were suppose to move the marker to 'The Church Of Unitology' since they had many requests from the church. After the event he was picked up and raised by another stallion who had similar events that happened in his life, but without anyone dying. After the outbreak started things changed. "Why did things have to change?" WheelJack said to himself softly. "Pardon?" Said a young engineer. "Its nothing...Its just depressing to go on missions like this," WheelJack replied. "Aye, seen some pretty fucked up shit am ah right?" WheelJack noded in reply. "Well ah guess when ya do things that has fucked up stuff you'd wont miss em'." WheelJack did nothing for a reply but to continue to walk though a dark path into memories and possible death. The two followed their own path to who knows where just to capture two walking corpses and leave. "So WheelJack, when do we find these necromorphs?" The engineer asked. "We find them when we see them, GearBolt." "But how would we know? There are possibly a hundred or more of dem necromorph things waiting to eat our brains right now!" WheelJack stopped walking and let GearBolt continue to walk until he realized WheelJack has stopped. GearBolt stopped and turned back to face the green earth pony. WheelJack walked up to GearBolt as his helmet uncovered his face. "GearBolt you signed a contract to go on these types of missions fifteen hours ago, the terms and convictions said you were going to go on life threatening missions which meant you can be killed if you aren't too careful," WheelJack began. "I've been doing things like this for the past sixteen years after a necromorph outbreak that started from God knows what! And I'm tired of your running commentary about that we could be injured or killed. I've had this kind of shit happen to me!" WheelJack yelled at the young engineer. "You were born in a time where undead corpses are now residents of a place called Equestria! During that outbreak I lost many people who I loved after the damn thing! I’ve seen people kill each other just to get away from those necromorphs twenty years ago. When I go on these missions it feels like I'm reliving that God awful moment if my life! And I don't want to hear you complaining about that YOU are too scared about fighting a corpse that wants to tear your limbs apart!" The earthpony stopped yelling at GearBolt. After a moment of awkward silence GearBolt spoke. "Well, WheelJack...Ah'm sorry to hear about all of this mate...Ah know it must be hard to go though all of em' necormorphs, but I didn't know you had an emotional connection to all of this. Sorry I pushed yer gears," The earthpony said. "Ah'm just a little scared that's all..." GearBolt said oh so quietly as WheelJack gazed at him. 'Oh great, I made myself feel bad.' WheelJack thought to himself. WheelJack trotted to GearBolt who was looking down at the floor. "Hey kid, I'm sorry about me scolding you...Its just that...These necromorphs and all." Before GearBolt could reply to WheelJack a group of wasters came crashing through sevral air-vents close by. "Waster!" GearBolt screamed. WheelJack Quickly turned to meet five to ten wasters coming out of air-vents sround the area. WheelJack grabbed his plasma cutter and fired it, the wasters didn't even bother to stop even if a limb was cut off. GearBolt had his plasma rifle with him but he wasted all of his ammo on the necromorphs outside. The two ran away and the wasters followed after them. They didn't know where to run to but somewhere that had safty writen all over it. The wasters were mindlessly speaking random words that didn't have any point of being said, GearBolt could still hear their chants, GearBolt desperately wanted to get out of earshot so he would not to be drivin to insanity by the waster's unnecessary words. The walking abominations to the living kept chasing after WheelJack and GearBolt, some wasters would trample over each other of how crowed they are. WheelJack aimlessly shot at the group of hungry wasters but he only made sevral headshots or missed. WheelJack pulled out a grenade, he hoped he had more than one so he put his luck on the line and armed the explosive. WheelJack stopped and threw the grenade, a flashing light poped up and the sound of ticking that came from the armed explosive. WheelJack through the grenade as hard as he could, the flashing light made the wasters stop and chase after it and forgot all about the two earth ponies. The grenade ticking grew faster as it hit the floor. The wasters dogpiled on the explosive as the ticking went faster and faster. The grenade then blew the pile of wasters sending them flying around the area, some were killed when the explosion took off most of their limbs. WheelJack and GearBolt paused and looked at the wasters, they hoped that it killed them all at once. Their hopes were chushed as sevral got up from the explosion, three of who survived had lost their upper half of their bodies and now there are three backbone like structures with spikes on it. The rest remaining either had no harm or lost their heads or a limb. Of what was left of a hord of walking corpses stormed at the two earth ponies. "WheelJack!" GearBolt yelled and cought WheelJack's attention. "Theres our exsit!" GearBolt was pointing at a door with a sign saying 'Sector C level 1' the door was opening and closing with extream speed and sparks were flying out of i,t there were also no air-vents that lead to C level but WheelJack was unsure about GearBolt's idea. "Are you crazy, look at the damn thing!" WheelJack protested. "Ya idiot, ya have a fuckin' stasis module!" GearBolt screamed, the wasters were nearly at WheelJack, the walking corpses were slashing and destroying each other just to get at the two. WheelJack raced to GearBolt and used his stasis module to slow down the malfunctioning door. They ran in C level one and the stasis wore off as soon as they entered. The wasters stopped in their tracks one of them crawled under the malfunctioning door, but the necromorph was hit by the speed of the closing door, the crush killed it instantly before it could make it in half way through. WheelJack wipped of the waster's blood off of his armor. Not much of it came off, it only made it more of a mess. WheelJack turned to GearBolt with awe. GearBolt stared sliding down a wall, he had tears in his eyes and he was trying not to make his sobs audible. "You alright?" WheelJack asked. GearBolt looked at WheelJack, his expression of sadness switched to hatefull anger. GearBolt quickly got up and puched WheelJack as hard as he could. WheelJack was knocked down from the hit. "Do ah look alright to you!?" The young earthpony screamed. "Those, THINGS nearly killed me!" WheelJack got up to with a black eye. "GearBolt I was like this... This happened to me the first time I-" GearBolt bucked WheelJack knocking him back to the ground, the earthpony's nose started to bleed from the force of the kick. GearBolt was practily in tears by now, "Ah don't care about yer bullshit! Ah just wanna go home!" GearBolt started bursting with tears. The young engineer started sobbing as he went to his haunches. WheelJack turned to face GearBolt crying like a young colt scared to death. And seeing GearBolt like this made WheelJack remember the moment when the outbreak started, he was in shock and awe, he was scared beyond belief, and he was crying like GearBolt is now. WheelJack didn't know what to do; and what was he suppose to do? Tell GearBolt to get up and be a man? It would be harsh for WheelJack to do that to GearBolt in his state of emotion. GearBolt is seventeen years younger than WheelJack. With a sigh WheelJack got GearBolt to look at him. "I think its best for you and to keep going. We'll stay alive if we don't run into another necromorph hord." WheelJack said. GearBolt stood up and walked to WheelJack whiping a tear off. "You'd better damn well make sure you don't fuck us up." GearBolt said grimly. WheelJack sighed and they both entered the next room and none of them even dared to speak a word. Author's Note I'm making this into parts because exams are tomorrow and I don't feel like going home after school write this chapter because it was a bitch trying to get home and do some homework or get a writer's block and even just not even go near the damn thing. But this is what I can do by bitchslaping what I could and call it a chapter. I wanted to make this as chapter 7 and a little longer for you guys to read. But maybe next time I'll do it. IntroductionThrough the mind of a Necromorph A tale by XenoJohn We all suffered our sins...We all knew what was coming... But we didn't bother to fight back until they started consuming us...We fell like a rock as soon as the carnage begun...We all saw what carnage they gave us... Indeed we saw carnage. But it was like if god had started an Apocalypse in hope of making a new world. But failed and killed himself for what he'd done to us... Even the outskirts of space is witnessing of what can is called, god has left us to die and let us all burn in hell... And he did... We even saw what carnage brought us a new horror. It is the insanity of life after death... They are called Necromorphs... They are true insanity of life after death... They can even bring the devil himself to his knees... Equestria has fallen... Even the cold and forever silent outskirts of space shared the same fate just like we did... Now there is nothing but Dead Space... Chapter 1Author's Note Edit: I used caps lock nearly at the end of this chapter by mistake Shit happens And fixed some grammar mistakes too Yes I added stuff and deleted usless sentences Chapter 1 Chapter 1 A Cold Welcoming I move through these snowy wastelands of the ruins in the Crystal Empire with the blood of my victims stained all over my body that seems to be never able to wash of, and my mouth drooling with blood and the smell of rotten flesh which never seems to leave. The cold wind that heavily blows on my dead skin that seems to blow for an eternity. And the freezing snow of the arctic of the Crystal Empire that helps make the cold wind even colder is numb to me. I never feel the freezing coldness of this frozen wasteland. It is like it is blind to my senses. Even heat that will never enter the frozen deeps here that is nonexistent to this frozen wasteland. Heat is nonexistent to my senses as well. Half of my senses are numb to me. The only thing that I feel is pain and nothing. Mostly nothing. But I can still hear and see but pain is when I get wounded which I rarely do. The Crystal Empire was once a nation with pride and power. Now just a land of ghosts just like Equestria. I on the other hand wasn't from the Crystal Empire, I was just a regular earth pony until...The outbreak started... I've just stumbled my way over here...About three years ago....I've been infected for god knows how long... But God is dead... I am not even close to their city. I'm in the mountains close to a military base, the base is about a half a mile away. The place is abandoned because of us necromorphs... I mostly spend my time outside searching for food... I haven't eaten in two years. We eat so fast, we don't know how much we are losing our food supply... I haven't eaten a single piece of flesh in two bucking years. Two years without food...I don't know how I am not dead from starvation... Well I am half dead...Because I am a walking corpse called a Necromorph is why I am half dead. Now I don't want to get too carried away now...I just want to find some food... Hopefully find any food... It is like always what we do. It is just like a basic rotteen, we spend our day hunting for food and eat... It usually repeats itself constantly none stop. Actually it never stops. We can't stop, we wont stop, we'll never stop. They say many things about us They say about us that we came from hell and to bring them down with it. Some say God had left us to burn and made things what I am to kill everypony. Some say that they have been sinning too much and the reason why this outbreak started because everypony had sinned and their punishment is us... All of that is a lie. Fake. A myth. They have no idea what we are... What we are is a kind of horror that can even bring the devil himself to his knees. Why you may ask? Just because of one harmless structure caused this outbreak to happen. It is called the Marker, it was pony made and when it was found by voyagers they thought it was something holy and graceful. Then it became a religion. But a religion needs followers. Followers indeed. Many joined to be apart of the religion called Unitology. It was named after when the Marker was founded and brought to Equestria. But the Marker is not what the Unitologists think... It is holy... But not graceful... It breeds necromorphs... We brought Equestria to it's knees. They didn't even fight back until we nearly won. And I have been infected along time ago... God knows how long I've been infected... But still... God is dead... Just a grunt is what I am...A normal slasher...A slasher is like how you call in the army, soldiers. Indeed we are soldiers. All Necromorphs are. We are like a army fighting just to do what the Marker tells us to do. The Pegasi race say that they are like soldiers...But we proved them wrong... We used our forces against them and out numbered them from one hundred to one. There are still Pegasi roaming whats left of their godless world... But I bet many of them are Necromorphs by now... And whoever were gods that kept this world in peace and harmony had long forsaken that term. This place is just a hell hole that death can come out from any corner. The meaning peace and harmony had died along time ago. Even harmony is nonexistent to this world now. Even the Elements of Harmony are either dead or Necromorphs... But should we care? No we shouldn't... If they are then I welcome them as brothers or sisters of the Marker. I am welcomed as a soldier more than just brethren of insanity of life after death. We are all soldiers than brothers or sisters. And we will forever be soldiers of war. Soldiers of a never ending war. Just look at me talk about our race of insanity and horror. But whats not to like about talking about things that you enjoy? I don't enjoy anything... There is nothing that will bring me to care for anything at all. I hate every single soul that still breaths in this world of dead gods. But I care for the Marker. It is what brought me to know what it wants... It wants a new world were everything should go his way. And it should and must go his way. And I even have one thing that I slightly care for... She is like a friend. But she is a different breed of necromorph. A twitcher is what she is... There are many different breeds of necromorphs. We aren't just one kind. We are a kind of many. And there are groups of necromorphs. The group of a blood type who is which to be feared is the 'Worthy blooded'. That term means that they are a worthy child of the marker and make everything around them as they see fit. And the group of a blood type who are treated as scum are called 'Young blooded'. A term used as a meaning young and childish, or useless and pathetic.The Young blooded are treated like if they meant nothing to the world. It is a hard life for the Young blooded. Sadly I am Young blooded...It is a hard life...Even with other Young blooded necromorphs. We are treated if we were blanks who haven't found their special talent yet. Even my friend is Young blooded... But she is my only friend that I'll ever have in this doomed world. So like everything else is. But they will all watch us in horror as we feast on their body, sanity, life and soul as their last breath exits their lungs and their final sight that they will see is the Marker. And the insanity of life after death. Again look at me talk all about this nonsense. I just need to find food that's all that matters. As I continue to walk along the frozen deeps of the mountain as I try to get a hold of a sent of any creature worth eating. I see something enter my line of vision from the heavy snow falling on my frozen dead skin. I see a corpse lying on the ground. I was filled up with relief as I ran to the corpse and inspected the body. "Nothing..." I said in defeat. It's stomach was opened some of it's organs are gone, but the remaining organs are frozen, just like the body. It looks like I can't even eat one piece of flesh of it without losing a tooth due too how hard the ice appears to be. And the meat that isn't frozen had sadly rotten. I got back up and move back to the facility close by. I have been walking nearly half a mile before I found the useless corpse. I made an annoyed sigh and continued my way back. My destination was slowly coming into my line of sights. I continued my walk and saw a necromorph lying on the ground. It's limbs weren't missing so it can't be dead. I decide to check it if it were dead from starvation. I got closer to it. I started to inspect it. It had pegasi wings but it was mostly broken bone, It's fur was white and some of it's skin was missing from certain parts around it. It's mane and tail was yellow and wiled. It still had it's cutie mark. Some necromorphs don't have it anymore. I still do it is a red lightning rod with two yellow swords in the back of it. But this necromorph's one is three purple balloons. Then it quickly got up and screamed at me. "BOO!" After it said that it was given a hoof to the face. It went airborne for a second, then once it made contact with the snowy ground it bounced up and down while still being mobile. It finally stopped, it got back up and started twitching and move side to side without moving it's backlegs. It was quickly moving side to side and heading into my direction. It got close to me and made a grin then spoke. "HEY BOSS! I GOT YOU DIDN'T I!?" I made another annoyed sigh then spoke to her. "No Surprise you didn't. Like always you fail to scare me." "COME ON BOSS I GOT YOU! Come on admit it I scared you!" She was given another hoof in the face and moved two steps. "Well...Maybe I failed again...But I'll try to do it. EVEN IT TAKES ANOTHER 3050 TRIES UNTIL I DO!" I went closer to her and said. "First Surprise, necromorphs DON'T fear! Second...Well you are insane and you are dumb as a rock," "Whats a rock?" I moved my front legs to my eyes and said. "ONE DAY! ONE DAY SURPRISE! Well did you at least get any food?" "I'm not telling!" "Why?" "Because I want to know how if you found food!" "If I do this will you shut up for the rest of the day?" "Sure! Whatever you say boss!" "I found a useless frozen corpse...And it is your turn to talk." "OH I KNOW WERE SOME FOOD IS!" My eyes widen, the idiot acutally did something. Really? I asked. "I FOUND IT INSIDE THE ARMY BASE! IT WAS A BLUE NONE INFECTED MARE! So I went to get you but I decided to try to scare you so I waited here until you came. And you did! So everypony wins!" After she finished I stud forzen in place with disbelief. "Hey boss, you ok?" My left eye started twitching. Surprise took notice and started to act worried. "Oh no I think I broke him again." The twitcher said. I jumped on her and started screaming at her and started punching her. "IDIOT! FUCKING IDIOT! YOU LEFT FOOD BACK IN THERE WHILE YOU HAD THE FUCKING CHANCE!" "SORRY BOSS! IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN I SWEAR!" "OH YEAH!? WHAT ABOUT THE TEN THOUSAND TIMES THAT YOU FAILED TO DO ANYTHING RIGHT!? YOU COULDN'T DO A SIMPLE TASK JUST TO FIND FOOD!" "SORRY! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!! PLEASE!" I got off her and slapped a hoof on my face in dissapointment. Remind me why are we friends again? Because I forgot the reason why... "We are friend because-" "Don't answer that! You couldn't do one thing right! All I asked is if we find any food if it were alive we'd kill it and meet back here! But you found one but No! You went to do your own damn thing and screw the whole thing up!" Surprise looked at the ground and tears started to form. Even though we are necromorphs we can still have feelings. It doesn't mean we are a walking corpse doesn't mean we can't have any feelings. But the ponies who are alive can't hurt our feelings... Only we can hurt each others. It is kinda confusing when you say it out lowed. "Ok then if you feel that way about me then I understand...If you think that I am dumb and useless...Then I am not needed for you then...Even though you hate every single soul here and you hate mine...I want you to know that you've been a really good friend to me...And you've always been there for me. Whenever I am let down or nearly killed by Worthy blooded necromorphs you've been there and helped me in what ever problem I've been into. Even I let you down a lot..." "I want you to know that you are a great friend to have a necromorph mare like me to have..." She looked at the ground again and quietly started crying. I looked back at her and went to her and started stroking her mane and softly smiled. "Look...Sorry to hurt your feelings...I'm just all worked up on how high we are losing food...But you are a great friend, even though you let me down a lot...You are still my best friend..." "Th-Thanks..." She said and started to smile. "Now lets go find what you left in there and kill it...If that makes you feel better?" "Yes that will make me feel a lot better." "Then lets go...Don't want to let the others get it first." "Yeah we don't want to let that happen..." She got up and we started walking side to side. Its been long since I killed something alive. But hopefully our target didn't die off. Then what's the fun if your kill died off before you can get it? Chapter 5Chapter 5 Being kind to one another As I stare at the mangled corpse of what was finally a feast, but I promised myself that I'll give some to Surprise. But I continue to stare at the kill. I was satisfied yet honored to make the kill. It felt like a thousand years since I actually killed something. But it was actually two years. I look at the blood stains on my body this time it was fresh blood. I have never nor was I able to clean the stains off. Maybe it is because we don't need to do that type of thing. I look at the stains on the walls then the floor. It was clear enough to give a reflection off myself. My fur is white, but whats left of it. I still have fur on me but I have places of my body that shows my muscle or insides. Then I look at the refection and see my face. My eyes are black and light orange, my pupil is black, and my iris is light orange. I look at were my teeth are, they are sharp as a ballistic knife. I have enough to tear off an entire hoof with them and rip off chunks of flesh. And my mane is also black. and my tail doesn't seem to be there anymore. And I still have that stupid security suit on. I don't remember how to actually take it off anymore. But I guess I have to live with it. Or just wait until I get my limbs cut off. That seems like a better way to say it. Because I'm a walking corpse with spears on my hooves. I continue to look at the pool of blood that came from the soldier who met his fate. I used one of the talons on my hooves to drag the corpse with me. I look at the lit candles I remember that they give light but. I don't remember what light was. I guess sunlight is what I yearn for? I don't know. I try to figure out why, but every time I try its like something is preventing me to do so. But I gotta get used to it. I continue walking down these halls and as the darkness shines it's darkest on me as I drag the corpse and the lit candles kills the darkness as I enter their light but I still wonder which one's which. I hear laughter and the sounds of a scalpel being stabbed into something. I could tell because I've heard that sound a dozen times. I found were it was coming from and who or what was doing it. I saw a grey mare with a white mane and tail and her eyes are green. I see pegasi wings but most of it were all broken and twisted. Probably self-harm from the looks of it. She also looked pretty nice even she is trying to kill herself, I also saw some cuts on her but not too many. She was just stabbing herself with the scalpel in her stomach while laughing. It was disturbing but to me I just didn't find anything disturbing. Her health bar is nearly red, it is close to it actually. I got thoughts if I should just leave her to kill herself or. Help her? I felt odd of thinking to help her. There should be no reason for me to do so but I just get that feeling that she doesn't need to end her own life. And it would be pity if she died. Maybe there are things that need her? I don't know. I just stare at her as she just mindlessly laughs and stabs herself trying to end her own life. If she did end it sooner I'll see her with spears on her hooves and with a never ending urge to kill. I've seen this happen more than once. You'd expect us just to go and kill them but they aren't worth it. We call them the 'unholy ones', I think why they have an demented look on reality is probably they've seen way too much of what carnage that we make. I think seeing such carnage could drive someone insane, that is likely why they have that behavior. I let go of the corpse that I was suppose to be dragging. And I move a little closer to her. As she just continues to laugh and stab herself, thrust after thrust as the bar on her back slowly depletes. But still. Should I just watch her kill herself? Or try to do something for her? As those thoughts race around in my mind I could smell her at her last speck of life nearly being taken by herself. "Marker have mercy on me." I say in regret. Before she could make her final thrust there was something stopping her from continuing it. She started to take herself back to reality, after a brief moment she drops her smile that she was holding in her time of insanity and fate. She looks at her stomach, I saw tears of pain come out of her eyes. There is one big stab wound in her stomach, she looks at me I see fear quickly crawl into her. She stares into my eyes and sees the insanity that lives within them. She tries to muster a scream but to only to be a whisper. The tears of pain in her eyes turn into tears of sorrow and fear. I remove the scalpel that she was holding and through it at the wall causing the blade to stick on there. The mare tries to make a scream but yet again turns out to be a whisper. The mare made another whisper but this time it was about the wound she had in her stomach. I went to a medic cabinet and I struggled to get anything out of there. Being a walking corpse has its disadvantages. I finally got something out of there, the mare struggled to look at me as I walk closer to her. I hand her a small med pack and some bandages for the wound. She looked at me in confusion as I walk out of the room and drag the soldier's dead corpse. "What is happening to me?" I questioned. *** I scream and thrash my talons on a wall in anger as I show my anger to an object. "Oh Marker No." "What am I thinking? Having sanity, oh for marker's sake how dumb can a be right now? I laughed. Being sane is what necromorphs look down upon. We gave up our sanity as we were turned to the insanity of life after death. I look at the corpse of the soldier that I killed. It made slightly hungry but I already killed something, so I have no need to eat right now. I then turned around to find a white mare with a yellow mane and tail with wings and a grin. "BOO!" The mare said then was given a hoof to the face. she flew to the wall and hit it hard. Then I realized who I just hit. "Wait...SURPRISE!?" "Darn! So close! Oh well that's 3051 tries that failed....Now to plan for try 3052!" "S-Surprise?" I asked in a speechless matter. Surprise started twitching and moved left and right and headed in my direction like she usually does when she comes to greet me. "Hey boss! Oh look a dead guy!" She said eyeing the corpse. Before she could get a chunk of meat out I stopped her. "Are we gonna play 'question surprise'? I love that game!" The twitcher squealed. "But I thought, you were, I did, HUH?" Those were the words I can only say. "Oh yeah...That," Surprise said. "Well I was sad of what you said, so I laid around crying then walked around the place. Buut! I decided to try to scare you again! That always cheers me up!" I just stud there...Completely speechless. Surprise hungrily stared at the corpse. I sighed and spoke to her. "Just eat the damn thing I don't even care anymore." Surprise squeaked in excitement and went to the corpse and started chomping away on whats left of it. I looked at her as she chomped away eating like if there was no tomorrow. It is hard to tell if there is a tomorrow in this wasteland. She was so adorable. The way how she acted same with her behavior. The way how she smiles sometimes brings a smile on my face. That twitcher was utterly adorable. It appeared to be several minutes and Surprise is still mindlessly ripped out pieces of flesh from the dead solider and devouring it. "Hey boss want some?" She said handing me the dead pegasus's back leg. "No thanks I ate his stomach and lungs," I replied to her question of giving me a piece of flesh. "Oh well, more for me!" With that the twitcher dived down and started devouring much flesh that she could eat. "Surprise?" I began. She perked back up with her mouth stuffed with organs and nodded. "I stopped an unholy one from killing itself." Marker please forgive me. Surprise's eyes widen and spat out the meat in her mouth. And looked at me in shock. "You what!?" "I don't know why I just-" Before I continued I looked at Surprise who was smirking. I read the smirk and frowned. "Don't talk Surprise...I've suffered enough." I said. Surprise nodded but this time she just started looking around and enjoying her surroundings. She started humming a small toon but I just left her be. I made a quiet whisper that not even I could here myself speak. Do I really have a heart? Chapter 6 (Important note) Author's Note My first first version of this was a disappointment for me. Thanks to Dezzar Tac for editing the other version of this chapter, click here to read it Click this Link to read my first version of this chapter.
Chapter 3Chapter 3 Uninvited Guests I walk down the halls of this facility still with rage building up in my mind and around my body from every step I take. Even though what happened earlier wasn't that necessary, but it was. Surprise got what she whats coming to her. She should have learned better.... Oh wait. She is dumb as a rock. And why I was angry enough to kill her, but instead I let her dodge another bullet. Why I did it because Rainbow Dash's corpse was twenty years old and rotten to the core. And that meant she was a waste of a feast. Necromorphs usually eat then kill. Which means they eat corpses which are not really rotten, or rotten to the bone, and if even the corpse has been dead for about hours, days, weeks, hell even fucking years. And then they kill. And leave the body for something else to feast on. Or let an infector get to it. Necromorphs like me kill then eat. In other words, we kill our victims then eat them. We don't eat them rotten because the taste is disgusting and a waste for a feast. That's why we kill our victims then go straight to eating. But the others eat them alive or dead anyways. For the love of the marker do they know how to kill if they are too stupid to know the basics? Types of necrmorphs like me more skilled and well known for defensive moves against our enemies We make sure that our victims are easily killed so that we don't have a hard time trying to kill our victims or get our limbs chopped off. Or we wound them making them unable to escape or attack. We make sure we eat all of their organs and eat some of their limbs if we feel like it. We make sure nothing is left but a empty corpse with just the body and eaten leaving nothing good left for other. That is a perfect way to kill and to eat. I only see others who are too stupid to know how work their front and backlegs. What they do gets them nothing. Or ending up getting themselves killed. This is why I do this to stay alive. Well for you. Good luck on dying my friend Well my friend if you are one of us and you want to be a key master at surviving like me, and you DON'T want to die alone.... Like you'll end up anyways. You'd better damn well be intelligent, skilled, and get the fear and the respect that you deserve, Be smart at everything that will help you with survival. Be the best at killing ANYTHING! And show the ones that treat you like scum that they should have killed themselves before they met you. In a way that proves that you are like the Worthy Blooded type. But it seems utterly impossible for young blooded to even do such a thing. The Worthy Blooded type can easily kill us. But if you just try....Without losing limbs. You might be a well known and feared necromorph. A rumbling noise was heard from outside of the facility. A drop ship landed and inside it was a group of soldiers. What they are doing here is unknown. But hell awaits for our uninvited guests. Author's Note It was all I can come up with :/
Chapter 4Chapter 4 The feast begins As the drop ship doors open and the soldiers come out. The total of them is ten. A Pegasus trotted out and then spoke. "Ok Venssi wants two chosen necromorphs for his...I don't really know what he does with them but he needs them for some 'tests'." The stallion said. A unicorn trotted up to the Pegasus with a confused look. "What kind of necromorphs do we need?" The unicorn asked. "We need a," The pegasus opened a holographic wall of text that came out of a area around his chest and started reading it. "We need a aggressive slasher and a hyper active twitcher." The pegasus said as he closed the wall of text. An Earth Pony wearing a arctic survival suit trotted to the Stallion then spoke. "Well I study necromorphs, so I might be a good help for this one." He said as he looked at the abandoned base. "And what help will you be?" The Pegasus asked. The Earth pony chuckled then he answered the Pegasus's question. "Well half of you has never been on these kind of tasks nor some of you even know what kills a necromorph." "Well how do you know?" "Where is the part of the body that kills a necromorph?" The Pegasus looked around for a bit. And tried to think of an answer. He looked back at the Earth pony then spoke. "Is it the head?" the stallion asked. The Earth pony sighed. "That kills feeders...." "Cut off the limbs and that'll kill them." The Earth pony replied. "And how do you know?" One of the soldiers asked. The Earth pony's helmet went off as parts of it went into some place on the suit so it can be stored, he slapped his hoof on his face in frustration. "How long has it been since the outbreak started?" He said sliding his hoof off his face. "Twenty years?" One of the soldiers spoke. "Of course. How many of you even looked at a picture of a necromorph?" He said. Silence filled around every one. The Earth pony was about to speak but a engineer raised his hoof. "I only seen pictures of slashers and I've killed a live one before...Only because it was marked as a useless specimen." The engineer said nervelessly. A unicorn and three other ponies raised their hooves. "We've know nearly as you know with necromorphs, 'nearly'." one of them said. The pegasus looked at the earth pony and spoke. "Well WheelJack at least they know, same with you." "Only me and four know so, the rest that have never killed or seen a necromorph are useless." WheelJack said. Another pegasus trotted to the door and said. "I'm gonna start the mission because I can't stand to wait here freezing to death." The pegasus said in a annoyed tone. He put his hoof on to a blue holographic sign said 'open?' as his hoof went near it the door opened. A stallion was standing in the entrance as the doors opened. The stallion had a pickaxe in his neck, and he was just standing there with a blank stare. His eyes had no sign of life and the stallion was half frozen with ice on parts of his body. "HOLY FUCK!" The pegasus said when he saw the standing corpse. The pegasus gasped and jumped back when he saw the dead stallion standing there. Then the standing corpse fell on to the snow, before WheelJack and the soldiers could think something walked to the corpse with the pickaxe in it's neck. The thing violently ripped the pickaxe out of the corpse's neck. The creature was a stallion wearing mining equipment. The stallion was limp and his health bar on his back wasn't on. The limp stallion looked up at the soldiers. The stallion's eyes are hollow and glowing same with his mouth. Others came some were holding axes and pickaxes. They were constantly speaking one word. It seemed like they are poorly saying the word 'speak'. "Oh shit necromorphs!" WheelJack said as he pulled out his plasma cutter. The pegasus that opened the door was frozen in horror, the neceromorph holding two axes ran up to the pegasus and violently stabbed him in the neck with one of the axes. The pegasus's health bar was slowly depleting. The pegasus started gasping for air of the axe that was stabbed in his neck was cutting his air to breathe. Before the pegasus could make another gasp the necromorph made a demented roar and violently stabbed the pegasus in the muzzle. The pegasus made a final gasp and was his final word that exited his lungs and he died looking into his killer's hollow glowing eyes that had not even a speck of sanity on them. The pegasus's eyes rolled back into his head as blood started draining out of his eyes, the necromorph started chopping the dead pegasus's head off. The necromorph then watched as the pegasus's lifeless corpse fall to the white cold snow. The necromorph was satisfied that he made the kill but to the others who were pointing their weapons saw on their faces was just a blank stare with insanity frozen on their limp bodies. The necromorphs stared at the soldiers and as the soldiers were horrified yet disgusted of how brutal the kill was. The necromorph did it without hesitation nor did it even seem to take victory of the kill. It was like it did it on instant it saw the pagasus. It didn't even think about what to do, it was like the word 'kill' was on it's mind, killing is what it seemed for it to only care about. It would just kill anything it sees. It wont stop that one thing, until it kills it's victim... Then it moves on to the next and the next after that. *** I stop my walk and look at my surroundings. I see unitologist writing on the walls and candles are lit. I look picture spray painted on a wall. The picture was a white mare but her mouth was missing and her eyes were painted like if she or something violently rip them out. I made a smile as I looked at the picture. It was downright disturbing.... But to me it looks like your average painting in a art gallery. Ponies who aren't infected would ether be startled or nearly vomit. I should have been scared shitless.... But I can't be scared. I can't get scared. I can't feel fear. But I can smell fear. Taste fear. I can feel fear when I'm about to kill something.... I could feel their fear that if they don't make it their life would be over.... But they never make it so their pointless life would be over anyways.... But soon they'll be reborn into the insanity of life after death... "Ugh. There I go again." I say to myself as I was nearly about to think about our race of true insanity. And I just realize that, I don't feel enraged anymore. I don't feel angry, I don't have a urge to kill with such rage in it. But I do and always have an urge to kill. "Surprise..." I said in shame. I just hate nearly everything possible, I would instantly hate a new necromorph or just one passing by me. And Surprise. She is dumb as a rock, she always lets me down, she's never able to do anything right not even making a clean kill, if she was in a fight she would always cower off or I have to come and save her before she gets killed. But my anger that I've shown her earlier. I've shown her anger like insulting her, or threatening to end our friendship and kill her. I always saw her with a grin on her face and her attitude was always happy go on behavior. She'd apologize of what she'd did but then when I insult, threaten and leave her alone for hours I'd always see her with a grin and acting like if it didn't even bother her. Not even the slightest made her feel upset. But when I left I heard her cry a little bit in the vents. At first I just blocked it out and moved on. But now when I think about it, I never saw her cry. Before we entered in the facility I saw her fake crying. She knew how to fake cry but when the event happened earlier. I always could tell, her 'cries' were not believable even in first glance. I remembered back when I entered the vent to look at her in my rage and disgust. I saw her mane and tail go straight like pinkie pie did when she was really sad. As I thought and looked back of what happened and what I did to my friend. I know I can have anger issues. With mostly everything I come in contact with. But I think I've gone a little too far with this one. "Oh Surprise," I said through a sigh. "If only I had control of being a monster." And with that I started to head back for one big apology...But this time Surprise in the one who needs to have an apology. And I wonder. Can a monster really have a heart? As I continue to move through this facility as the light in here hardly even occurs nor will I ever see light in this facility and the outside world. I've been out there so many times I only saw clouds covering the sky and spreading snow on the ground, the snow that falls on the ground that I stand or walk on has been falling for so long. Still I haven't seen light nor do I remember seeing it or remembering what it looks like. I tried to search for light but not once not even the smallest speck of light that could be found. it was like just a dream seeing light. But I can't dream. I can't remember if I can dream. I can't remember how to dream. A necromorph forgets many things. We forget how to sleep. We forget how to tell from right to wrong. We forget what we once were before we became on of them. We forget our sanity....And the meaning of reality. We forget how to be alive. And we forget what it is like not being a monster. All of these things about me and necromorphs swarm through my mind. I've come to realize that sometimes when I'm alone that I think what we do and what we are and so on. And a reminder popped in my head. "Oh yeah....I need food." I say to myself. I nearly forgot about our food crisis. I have to feast. I need to feast. To stay alive. I know one day if I haven't eaten soon enough I would finally die from starvation. I've seen necromorphs die from starvation. To us dying from starvation is like.....We think dying from starvation is a pathetic way to die. At first it wasn't an issue twenty years ago. But when we all realized how much we've eaten. Hell we've eaten even if we got full. This issue seems to happen in the crystal empire for arctic necromorphs. A sent of something alive and moving was picked up. My iris shrinks and the instinct of hunting instantly fills my body and the erg to kill rapidly grows. My prey is just ten steps away. I could hear him cursing and panting like if he was escaping from one of us. "Ah shit....I hope the others are alright, why did I run away from my squad?" My prey said through gasps. I see pegasi wings. And I could tell by the voice that my prey is a stallion. I came up with an idea. I could feast on him and give some meat to Surprise. She did her share into finding food now I can return the favor. As I stare at my prey cloaked in the darkness I can hear every breath he takes and I could hear every heartbeat from his heart. I slowly make my way to him not even caring how much noise I make. He hears me.... he turns around and looks at me. Before he could pull out his weapon he just stood there frozen if fear....I smell his fear. As my eyes stare into his and as they stare into his soul which makes his fear grow even stronger. And my soul.... My soul is dead... I charge at him and knocked him on the cold hard metal ground and I stand on top of my prey then I start to saw at his wings with my spears that are built with me and which gives me a decent meal and helps me kill prey. I hear screams of pain as his last wing was cut off. As blood spills from holes of once were wings now just a sign of humiliation. I feel his fear that his life will soon be over if he doesn't escape... But my prey never escapes... I wont let them... But the real feast starts now... As I rip out a piece of flesh of the soldier I gladly heard him scream in pain as I devoured the piece of flesh. I made sure he stays alive and awake so he can feel more pain. I stab him with my spear on my left hoof in the stomach, I started tearing it open and started feasting on his stomach. As the flesh that I eat brings satisfaction as it touches my taste buds and enters my stomach. I smell his fear of undeserved death. I stare him in the eyes and so did he. He looked at my eyes. My eyes have pure insanity stained on them as the show no sight of sanity nor sign of being Equestrian. Then I stabbed him yet again then went back to work. I ripped out a lung and started devouring the piece of meat. The soldiers heath bar finally ended and a noise came sounding like a heart machine will give when some one dies. I get up. I finished my feast. But I still need more. More food. I need to feast.
Haunted by Killers part 1Hunted By Killers part 1 Blunty was having second thoughts about him joining this mission, his squad members were jumped by a bunch of Slashers, Wasters and Feeders. Which was very frightening that the fact that the necromorph attack wiped out nearly all of their group leaving only WheelJack, three engineers and himself. It was shocking what necromorphs can do in groups. The Stalkers, whom he hated the most, and feared to put it in that view. The Stalker that attacked him looked hardly like a pony, or what the others looked like. Its hooves were like feat and hands all with sharp claws. Its face and head were deformed and mutated and it had no eyes just empty eye sockets. Its ribcages was open showing no organs but its stomach. What’s more, he doesn't know how to kill it if it runs up and knocks him down then runs away. He really doesn’t know anything about necromorphs except to cut off their limbs. "Maybe I could find a shuttle and leave this frozen hell hole." He mumbled. Blunty was still thinking to himself whether he should leave or continue. But if he leaves he'll abandon his friend WheelJack. Blunty and WheelJack were great friends. Blunty was loyal and trust worthy. So was WheelJack. They met seventeen years ago before EquestrianUnitedForces started putting Necromorphs in different areas, which occurred three years after they met. That’s when the necromorphs were sent into territories. One of them was the EverFree Forest. Ever since a Marker grew there, the UnitedEquestrianForces decided to put Necromorphs were Markers are located. They sent many groups of Necromorphs into 'Necromorph Territory v.1'. The EverFree Forest. The Necromorphs began to mutate there, turning them nearly into plant life creatures. Some would be similar to fly traps or trees. Some necromorphs would have small branches on their bodies. Some would have leaves, vines, or any kind of tree bark growing on their bodies. There are borders of where territories are placed. There are other Necromorph territories such as Ponyville. Ponyville has some non-infected life but the population is dropping by extreme numbers due to suicide, homicide, necromorph infection, strange paranormal activities, paranormal electronics, as well as other creatures that even the Necromorphs themselves are scared of. In the Crystal Empire there is no life whatsoever, all but necromorphs. There was an outbreak started there in the first place and a Marker in their city that started it all, due to a failure in a Marker testing lab of some sort. To this day no one knows what caused the failure to happen. But the cold was also getting on Blunty's nerves. 'Sweet Celestia its cold, I've should've brought an arctic survival suit with me...Damn it WheelJack' Blunty thought. Blunty started to hear a thumping sound as if a head was smashing itself on a wall. Blunty's spine started to crawl with fear, aiming his flashlight and plasmacutter, Blunty was ready to meet whatever comes at him. The more he trekked down to find the noise the more louder it grew. Blunty could hear a skull cracking as the thumping continued. Blunty pointed his flashlight toward where the noise came from. It came from a lone stallion hitting his head on a beat up pipe. His health bar was completely black, his back showed his left rib cage due to the decaying body. He wasn't wearing any clothing but the health bar. His left hoof was torn off and he was holding it on his right hoof. He had ice around on some parts on his body, most of his body appeared to be frozen. The look made Blunty jump and gasp at the stallion. The stallion stopped hitting his head on the pipe he paused for a moment and turned to Blunty. The stallion grew a confused look out of Blunty's scared expression. The stallion's face had his right eye missing, the rest of his looked perfectly fine. After a moment of silence the stallion spoke. "Hey buddy you alright? You've looked like you've seen a ghost." Spoke the possibly dead stallion. Blunty was mildly disturbed by the stallion's behaviour. The way how the stallion spoke so calmly like how a friend would say if you were scared by something. Blunty tried to muster a word but he was just frozen in his horror. The stallion shrugged at Blunty, "Well I don't know what’s wrong with you then," He began. "Guess I'm just a little crazy in the head." The stallion twitched. He turned around back to the pipe and thrashed his head hard enough to crack open a skull, The hit killed him instantly, the body slid down the pipe leaving a trail of blood. Blunty's jaw dropped, and felt like he wanted to vomit. But he was just silent like the horror that lay in front of Blunty's back legs. His thoughts couldn't think of anything to be thought. His voice couldn't say anything to comfort Blunty's sanity. Everything in Blunty's mind just stopped, he didn't breathe, he didn't move, he didn't speak, he didn't think. The only thing he could just do is watch the stallion's act of suicide. A stalker's cry for hunger made Blunty jump back into reality. Blunty's helmet covered his face and aimed his plasma cutter. A stalker must've followed him, it would make sence hence the name of necromorph is called 'Stalker'. Probably it was desprate for a good kill is why it had followed Blunty. Where it followed him wasn't Blunty's concern. Blunty was still in stalker territory and this place is perfect for stalkers to hunt him down, he didn't know if he was the one who was about to have his body parts devoured by a walking corpse or the one who killed a undead creature who seems to play mind games with its food. Either way one of them is going to die. *** WheelJack was having memories of this place he used to work at. He could remember the scientists that were always at the research lab researching about who knows what. He remembered there was field trip here with a bunch of fifth graders touring around the facility so long ago. That day was the most fun he had in years. He showed the class and teachers how medicalbots are programed and how stasis modules were engineered and used. He remembered how he blew those kid's minds when he was the test subject of showing them if stasis were to be used on living beings. He felt very slow with everything around him and himself after the stasis wore off. It lasted for two hours straight! Then he felt like himself again. He had many fun times here, mostly things were dull and boring, but there were fun and existing moments that kept him in his career for working for 'The United Equestrian Forces'. He also worked with a very special friend. He felt like a brother to him when they met back when WheelJack was twelve years old. Back when his mother died of, you guessed it, some kind of uncurable disease. His father died in a military operation that went horribly wrong. They were attacked by Unitolgist Soldiers who thought the operation was about destroying a marker. But in reality they were suppose to move the marker to 'The Church Of Unitology' since they had many requests from the church. After the event he was picked up and raised by another stallion who had similar events that happened in his life, but without anyone dying. After the outbreak started things changed. "Why did things have to change?" WheelJack said to himself softly. "Pardon?" Said a young engineer. "Its nothing...Its just depressing to go on missions like this," WheelJack replied. "Aye, seen some pretty fucked up shit am ah right?" WheelJack noded in reply. "Well ah guess when ya do things that has fucked up stuff you'd wont miss em'." WheelJack did nothing for a reply but to continue to walk though a dark path into memories and possible death. The two followed their own path to who knows where just to capture two walking corpses and leave. "So WheelJack, when do we find these necromorphs?" The engineer asked. "We find them when we see them, GearBolt." "But how would we know? There are possibly a hundred or more of dem necromorph things waiting to eat our brains right now!" WheelJack stopped walking and let GearBolt continue to walk until he realized WheelJack has stopped. GearBolt stopped and turned back to face the green earth pony. WheelJack walked up to GearBolt as his helmet uncovered his face. "GearBolt you signed a contract to go on these types of missions fifteen hours ago, the terms and convictions said you were going to go on life threatening missions which meant you can be killed if you aren't too careful," WheelJack began. "I've been doing things like this for the past sixteen years after a necromorph outbreak that started from God knows what! And I'm tired of your running commentary about that we could be injured or killed. I've had this kind of shit happen to me!" WheelJack yelled at the young engineer. "You were born in a time where undead corpses are now residents of a place called Equestria! During that outbreak I lost many people who I loved after the damn thing! I’ve seen people kill each other just to get away from those necromorphs twenty years ago. When I go on these missions it feels like I'm reliving that God awful moment if my life! And I don't want to hear you complaining about that YOU are too scared about fighting a corpse that wants to tear your limbs apart!" The earthpony stopped yelling at GearBolt. After a moment of awkward silence GearBolt spoke. "Well, WheelJack...Ah'm sorry to hear about all of this mate...Ah know it must be hard to go though all of em' necormorphs, but I didn't know you had an emotional connection to all of this. Sorry I pushed yer gears," The earthpony said. "Ah'm just a little scared that's all..." GearBolt said oh so quietly as WheelJack gazed at him. 'Oh great, I made myself feel bad.' WheelJack thought to himself. WheelJack trotted to GearBolt who was looking down at the floor. "Hey kid, I'm sorry about me scolding you...Its just that...These necromorphs and all." Before GearBolt could reply to WheelJack a group of wasters came crashing through sevral air-vents close by. "Waster!" GearBolt screamed. WheelJack Quickly turned to meet five to ten wasters coming out of air-vents sround the area. WheelJack grabbed his plasma cutter and fired it, the wasters didn't even bother to stop even if a limb was cut off. GearBolt had his plasma rifle with him but he wasted all of his ammo on the necromorphs outside. The two ran away and the wasters followed after them. They didn't know where to run to but somewhere that had safty writen all over it. The wasters were mindlessly speaking random words that didn't have any point of being said, GearBolt could still hear their chants, GearBolt desperately wanted to get out of earshot so he would not to be drivin to insanity by the waster's unnecessary words. The walking abominations to the living kept chasing after WheelJack and GearBolt, some wasters would trample over each other of how crowed they are. WheelJack aimlessly shot at the group of hungry wasters but he only made sevral headshots or missed. WheelJack pulled out a grenade, he hoped he had more than one so he put his luck on the line and armed the explosive. WheelJack stopped and threw the grenade, a flashing light poped up and the sound of ticking that came from the armed explosive. WheelJack through the grenade as hard as he could, the flashing light made the wasters stop and chase after it and forgot all about the two earth ponies. The grenade ticking grew faster as it hit the floor. The wasters dogpiled on the explosive as the ticking went faster and faster. The grenade then blew the pile of wasters sending them flying around the area, some were killed when the explosion took off most of their limbs. WheelJack and GearBolt paused and looked at the wasters, they hoped that it killed them all at once. Their hopes were chushed as sevral got up from the explosion, three of who survived had lost their upper half of their bodies and now there are three backbone like structures with spikes on it. The rest remaining either had no harm or lost their heads or a limb. Of what was left of a hord of walking corpses stormed at the two earth ponies. "WheelJack!" GearBolt yelled and cought WheelJack's attention. "Theres our exsit!" GearBolt was pointing at a door with a sign saying 'Sector C level 1' the door was opening and closing with extream speed and sparks were flying out of i,t there were also no air-vents that lead to C level but WheelJack was unsure about GearBolt's idea. "Are you crazy, look at the damn thing!" WheelJack protested. "Ya idiot, ya have a fuckin' stasis module!" GearBolt screamed, the wasters were nearly at WheelJack, the walking corpses were slashing and destroying each other just to get at the two. WheelJack raced to GearBolt and used his stasis module to slow down the malfunctioning door. They ran in C level one and the stasis wore off as soon as they entered. The wasters stopped in their tracks one of them crawled under the malfunctioning door, but the necromorph was hit by the speed of the closing door, the crush killed it instantly before it could make it in half way through. WheelJack wipped of the waster's blood off of his armor. Not much of it came off, it only made it more of a mess. WheelJack turned to GearBolt with awe. GearBolt stared sliding down a wall, he had tears in his eyes and he was trying not to make his sobs audible. "You alright?" WheelJack asked. GearBolt looked at WheelJack, his expression of sadness switched to hatefull anger. GearBolt quickly got up and puched WheelJack as hard as he could. WheelJack was knocked down from the hit. "Do ah look alright to you!?" The young earthpony screamed. "Those, THINGS nearly killed me!" WheelJack got up to with a black eye. "GearBolt I was like this... This happened to me the first time I-" GearBolt bucked WheelJack knocking him back to the ground, the earthpony's nose started to bleed from the force of the kick. GearBolt was practily in tears by now, "Ah don't care about yer bullshit! Ah just wanna go home!" GearBolt started bursting with tears. The young engineer started sobbing as he went to his haunches. WheelJack turned to face GearBolt crying like a young colt scared to death. And seeing GearBolt like this made WheelJack remember the moment when the outbreak started, he was in shock and awe, he was scared beyond belief, and he was crying like GearBolt is now. WheelJack didn't know what to do; and what was he suppose to do? Tell GearBolt to get up and be a man? It would be harsh for WheelJack to do that to GearBolt in his state of emotion. GearBolt is seventeen years younger than WheelJack. With a sigh WheelJack got GearBolt to look at him. "I think its best for you and to keep going. We'll stay alive if we don't run into another necromorph hord." WheelJack said. GearBolt stood up and walked to WheelJack whiping a tear off. "You'd better damn well make sure you don't fuck us up." GearBolt said grimly. WheelJack sighed and they both entered the next room and none of them even dared to speak a word. Author's Note I'm making this into parts because exams are tomorrow and I don't feel like going home after school write this chapter because it was a bitch trying to get home and do some homework or get a writer's block and even just not even go near the damn thing. But this is what I can do by bitchslaping what I could and call it a chapter. I wanted to make this as chapter 7 and a little longer for you guys to read. But maybe next time I'll do it.
IntroductionThrough the mind of a Necromorph A tale by XenoJohn We all suffered our sins...We all knew what was coming... But we didn't bother to fight back until they started consuming us...We fell like a rock as soon as the carnage begun...We all saw what carnage they gave us... Indeed we saw carnage. But it was like if god had started an Apocalypse in hope of making a new world. But failed and killed himself for what he'd done to us... Even the outskirts of space is witnessing of what can is called, god has left us to die and let us all burn in hell... And he did... We even saw what carnage brought us a new horror. It is the insanity of life after death... They are called Necromorphs... They are true insanity of life after death... They can even bring the devil himself to his knees... Equestria has fallen... Even the cold and forever silent outskirts of space shared the same fate just like we did... Now there is nothing but Dead Space...
Chapter 1Author's Note Edit: I used caps lock nearly at the end of this chapter by mistake Shit happens And fixed some grammar mistakes too Yes I added stuff and deleted usless sentences Chapter 1 Chapter 1 A Cold Welcoming I move through these snowy wastelands of the ruins in the Crystal Empire with the blood of my victims stained all over my body that seems to be never able to wash of, and my mouth drooling with blood and the smell of rotten flesh which never seems to leave. The cold wind that heavily blows on my dead skin that seems to blow for an eternity. And the freezing snow of the arctic of the Crystal Empire that helps make the cold wind even colder is numb to me. I never feel the freezing coldness of this frozen wasteland. It is like it is blind to my senses. Even heat that will never enter the frozen deeps here that is nonexistent to this frozen wasteland. Heat is nonexistent to my senses as well. Half of my senses are numb to me. The only thing that I feel is pain and nothing. Mostly nothing. But I can still hear and see but pain is when I get wounded which I rarely do. The Crystal Empire was once a nation with pride and power. Now just a land of ghosts just like Equestria. I on the other hand wasn't from the Crystal Empire, I was just a regular earth pony until...The outbreak started... I've just stumbled my way over here...About three years ago....I've been infected for god knows how long... But God is dead... I am not even close to their city. I'm in the mountains close to a military base, the base is about a half a mile away. The place is abandoned because of us necromorphs... I mostly spend my time outside searching for food... I haven't eaten in two years. We eat so fast, we don't know how much we are losing our food supply... I haven't eaten a single piece of flesh in two bucking years. Two years without food...I don't know how I am not dead from starvation... Well I am half dead...Because I am a walking corpse called a Necromorph is why I am half dead. Now I don't want to get too carried away now...I just want to find some food... Hopefully find any food... It is like always what we do. It is just like a basic rotteen, we spend our day hunting for food and eat... It usually repeats itself constantly none stop. Actually it never stops. We can't stop, we wont stop, we'll never stop. They say many things about us They say about us that we came from hell and to bring them down with it. Some say God had left us to burn and made things what I am to kill everypony. Some say that they have been sinning too much and the reason why this outbreak started because everypony had sinned and their punishment is us... All of that is a lie. Fake. A myth. They have no idea what we are... What we are is a kind of horror that can even bring the devil himself to his knees. Why you may ask? Just because of one harmless structure caused this outbreak to happen. It is called the Marker, it was pony made and when it was found by voyagers they thought it was something holy and graceful. Then it became a religion. But a religion needs followers. Followers indeed. Many joined to be apart of the religion called Unitology. It was named after when the Marker was founded and brought to Equestria. But the Marker is not what the Unitologists think... It is holy... But not graceful... It breeds necromorphs... We brought Equestria to it's knees. They didn't even fight back until we nearly won. And I have been infected along time ago... God knows how long I've been infected... But still... God is dead... Just a grunt is what I am...A normal slasher...A slasher is like how you call in the army, soldiers. Indeed we are soldiers. All Necromorphs are. We are like a army fighting just to do what the Marker tells us to do. The Pegasi race say that they are like soldiers...But we proved them wrong... We used our forces against them and out numbered them from one hundred to one. There are still Pegasi roaming whats left of their godless world... But I bet many of them are Necromorphs by now... And whoever were gods that kept this world in peace and harmony had long forsaken that term. This place is just a hell hole that death can come out from any corner. The meaning peace and harmony had died along time ago. Even harmony is nonexistent to this world now. Even the Elements of Harmony are either dead or Necromorphs... But should we care? No we shouldn't... If they are then I welcome them as brothers or sisters of the Marker. I am welcomed as a soldier more than just brethren of insanity of life after death. We are all soldiers than brothers or sisters. And we will forever be soldiers of war. Soldiers of a never ending war. Just look at me talk about our race of insanity and horror. But whats not to like about talking about things that you enjoy? I don't enjoy anything... There is nothing that will bring me to care for anything at all. I hate every single soul that still breaths in this world of dead gods. But I care for the Marker. It is what brought me to know what it wants... It wants a new world were everything should go his way. And it should and must go his way. And I even have one thing that I slightly care for... She is like a friend. But she is a different breed of necromorph. A twitcher is what she is... There are many different breeds of necromorphs. We aren't just one kind. We are a kind of many. And there are groups of necromorphs. The group of a blood type who is which to be feared is the 'Worthy blooded'. That term means that they are a worthy child of the marker and make everything around them as they see fit. And the group of a blood type who are treated as scum are called 'Young blooded'. A term used as a meaning young and childish, or useless and pathetic.The Young blooded are treated like if they meant nothing to the world. It is a hard life for the Young blooded. Sadly I am Young blooded...It is a hard life...Even with other Young blooded necromorphs. We are treated if we were blanks who haven't found their special talent yet. Even my friend is Young blooded... But she is my only friend that I'll ever have in this doomed world. So like everything else is. But they will all watch us in horror as we feast on their body, sanity, life and soul as their last breath exits their lungs and their final sight that they will see is the Marker. And the insanity of life after death. Again look at me talk all about this nonsense. I just need to find food that's all that matters. As I continue to walk along the frozen deeps of the mountain as I try to get a hold of a sent of any creature worth eating. I see something enter my line of vision from the heavy snow falling on my frozen dead skin. I see a corpse lying on the ground. I was filled up with relief as I ran to the corpse and inspected the body. "Nothing..." I said in defeat. It's stomach was opened some of it's organs are gone, but the remaining organs are frozen, just like the body. It looks like I can't even eat one piece of flesh of it without losing a tooth due too how hard the ice appears to be. And the meat that isn't frozen had sadly rotten. I got back up and move back to the facility close by. I have been walking nearly half a mile before I found the useless corpse. I made an annoyed sigh and continued my way back. My destination was slowly coming into my line of sights. I continued my walk and saw a necromorph lying on the ground. It's limbs weren't missing so it can't be dead. I decide to check it if it were dead from starvation. I got closer to it. I started to inspect it. It had pegasi wings but it was mostly broken bone, It's fur was white and some of it's skin was missing from certain parts around it. It's mane and tail was yellow and wiled. It still had it's cutie mark. Some necromorphs don't have it anymore. I still do it is a red lightning rod with two yellow swords in the back of it. But this necromorph's one is three purple balloons. Then it quickly got up and screamed at me. "BOO!" After it said that it was given a hoof to the face. It went airborne for a second, then once it made contact with the snowy ground it bounced up and down while still being mobile. It finally stopped, it got back up and started twitching and move side to side without moving it's backlegs. It was quickly moving side to side and heading into my direction. It got close to me and made a grin then spoke. "HEY BOSS! I GOT YOU DIDN'T I!?" I made another annoyed sigh then spoke to her. "No Surprise you didn't. Like always you fail to scare me." "COME ON BOSS I GOT YOU! Come on admit it I scared you!" She was given another hoof in the face and moved two steps. "Well...Maybe I failed again...But I'll try to do it. EVEN IT TAKES ANOTHER 3050 TRIES UNTIL I DO!" I went closer to her and said. "First Surprise, necromorphs DON'T fear! Second...Well you are insane and you are dumb as a rock," "Whats a rock?" I moved my front legs to my eyes and said. "ONE DAY! ONE DAY SURPRISE! Well did you at least get any food?" "I'm not telling!" "Why?" "Because I want to know how if you found food!" "If I do this will you shut up for the rest of the day?" "Sure! Whatever you say boss!" "I found a useless frozen corpse...And it is your turn to talk." "OH I KNOW WERE SOME FOOD IS!" My eyes widen, the idiot acutally did something. Really? I asked. "I FOUND IT INSIDE THE ARMY BASE! IT WAS A BLUE NONE INFECTED MARE! So I went to get you but I decided to try to scare you so I waited here until you came. And you did! So everypony wins!" After she finished I stud forzen in place with disbelief. "Hey boss, you ok?" My left eye started twitching. Surprise took notice and started to act worried. "Oh no I think I broke him again." The twitcher said. I jumped on her and started screaming at her and started punching her. "IDIOT! FUCKING IDIOT! YOU LEFT FOOD BACK IN THERE WHILE YOU HAD THE FUCKING CHANCE!" "SORRY BOSS! IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN I SWEAR!" "OH YEAH!? WHAT ABOUT THE TEN THOUSAND TIMES THAT YOU FAILED TO DO ANYTHING RIGHT!? YOU COULDN'T DO A SIMPLE TASK JUST TO FIND FOOD!" "SORRY! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!! PLEASE!" I got off her and slapped a hoof on my face in dissapointment. Remind me why are we friends again? Because I forgot the reason why... "We are friend because-" "Don't answer that! You couldn't do one thing right! All I asked is if we find any food if it were alive we'd kill it and meet back here! But you found one but No! You went to do your own damn thing and screw the whole thing up!" Surprise looked at the ground and tears started to form. Even though we are necromorphs we can still have feelings. It doesn't mean we are a walking corpse doesn't mean we can't have any feelings. But the ponies who are alive can't hurt our feelings... Only we can hurt each others. It is kinda confusing when you say it out lowed. "Ok then if you feel that way about me then I understand...If you think that I am dumb and useless...Then I am not needed for you then...Even though you hate every single soul here and you hate mine...I want you to know that you've been a really good friend to me...And you've always been there for me. Whenever I am let down or nearly killed by Worthy blooded necromorphs you've been there and helped me in what ever problem I've been into. Even I let you down a lot..." "I want you to know that you are a great friend to have a necromorph mare like me to have..." She looked at the ground again and quietly started crying. I looked back at her and went to her and started stroking her mane and softly smiled. "Look...Sorry to hurt your feelings...I'm just all worked up on how high we are losing food...But you are a great friend, even though you let me down a lot...You are still my best friend..." "Th-Thanks..." She said and started to smile. "Now lets go find what you left in there and kill it...If that makes you feel better?" "Yes that will make me feel a lot better." "Then lets go...Don't want to let the others get it first." "Yeah we don't want to let that happen..." She got up and we started walking side to side. Its been long since I killed something alive. But hopefully our target didn't die off. Then what's the fun if your kill died off before you can get it?
Chapter 5Chapter 5 Being kind to one another As I stare at the mangled corpse of what was finally a feast, but I promised myself that I'll give some to Surprise. But I continue to stare at the kill. I was satisfied yet honored to make the kill. It felt like a thousand years since I actually killed something. But it was actually two years. I look at the blood stains on my body this time it was fresh blood. I have never nor was I able to clean the stains off. Maybe it is because we don't need to do that type of thing. I look at the stains on the walls then the floor. It was clear enough to give a reflection off myself. My fur is white, but whats left of it. I still have fur on me but I have places of my body that shows my muscle or insides. Then I look at the refection and see my face. My eyes are black and light orange, my pupil is black, and my iris is light orange. I look at were my teeth are, they are sharp as a ballistic knife. I have enough to tear off an entire hoof with them and rip off chunks of flesh. And my mane is also black. and my tail doesn't seem to be there anymore. And I still have that stupid security suit on. I don't remember how to actually take it off anymore. But I guess I have to live with it. Or just wait until I get my limbs cut off. That seems like a better way to say it. Because I'm a walking corpse with spears on my hooves. I continue to look at the pool of blood that came from the soldier who met his fate. I used one of the talons on my hooves to drag the corpse with me. I look at the lit candles I remember that they give light but. I don't remember what light was. I guess sunlight is what I yearn for? I don't know. I try to figure out why, but every time I try its like something is preventing me to do so. But I gotta get used to it. I continue walking down these halls and as the darkness shines it's darkest on me as I drag the corpse and the lit candles kills the darkness as I enter their light but I still wonder which one's which. I hear laughter and the sounds of a scalpel being stabbed into something. I could tell because I've heard that sound a dozen times. I found were it was coming from and who or what was doing it. I saw a grey mare with a white mane and tail and her eyes are green. I see pegasi wings but most of it were all broken and twisted. Probably self-harm from the looks of it. She also looked pretty nice even she is trying to kill herself, I also saw some cuts on her but not too many. She was just stabbing herself with the scalpel in her stomach while laughing. It was disturbing but to me I just didn't find anything disturbing. Her health bar is nearly red, it is close to it actually. I got thoughts if I should just leave her to kill herself or. Help her? I felt odd of thinking to help her. There should be no reason for me to do so but I just get that feeling that she doesn't need to end her own life. And it would be pity if she died. Maybe there are things that need her? I don't know. I just stare at her as she just mindlessly laughs and stabs herself trying to end her own life. If she did end it sooner I'll see her with spears on her hooves and with a never ending urge to kill. I've seen this happen more than once. You'd expect us just to go and kill them but they aren't worth it. We call them the 'unholy ones', I think why they have an demented look on reality is probably they've seen way too much of what carnage that we make. I think seeing such carnage could drive someone insane, that is likely why they have that behavior. I let go of the corpse that I was suppose to be dragging. And I move a little closer to her. As she just continues to laugh and stab herself, thrust after thrust as the bar on her back slowly depletes. But still. Should I just watch her kill herself? Or try to do something for her? As those thoughts race around in my mind I could smell her at her last speck of life nearly being taken by herself. "Marker have mercy on me." I say in regret. Before she could make her final thrust there was something stopping her from continuing it. She started to take herself back to reality, after a brief moment she drops her smile that she was holding in her time of insanity and fate. She looks at her stomach, I saw tears of pain come out of her eyes. There is one big stab wound in her stomach, she looks at me I see fear quickly crawl into her. She stares into my eyes and sees the insanity that lives within them. She tries to muster a scream but to only to be a whisper. The tears of pain in her eyes turn into tears of sorrow and fear. I remove the scalpel that she was holding and through it at the wall causing the blade to stick on there. The mare tries to make a scream but yet again turns out to be a whisper. The mare made another whisper but this time it was about the wound she had in her stomach. I went to a medic cabinet and I struggled to get anything out of there. Being a walking corpse has its disadvantages. I finally got something out of there, the mare struggled to look at me as I walk closer to her. I hand her a small med pack and some bandages for the wound. She looked at me in confusion as I walk out of the room and drag the soldier's dead corpse. "What is happening to me?" I questioned. *** I scream and thrash my talons on a wall in anger as I show my anger to an object. "Oh Marker No." "What am I thinking? Having sanity, oh for marker's sake how dumb can a be right now? I laughed. Being sane is what necromorphs look down upon. We gave up our sanity as we were turned to the insanity of life after death. I look at the corpse of the soldier that I killed. It made slightly hungry but I already killed something, so I have no need to eat right now. I then turned around to find a white mare with a yellow mane and tail with wings and a grin. "BOO!" The mare said then was given a hoof to the face. she flew to the wall and hit it hard. Then I realized who I just hit. "Wait...SURPRISE!?" "Darn! So close! Oh well that's 3051 tries that failed....Now to plan for try 3052!" "S-Surprise?" I asked in a speechless matter. Surprise started twitching and moved left and right and headed in my direction like she usually does when she comes to greet me. "Hey boss! Oh look a dead guy!" She said eyeing the corpse. Before she could get a chunk of meat out I stopped her. "Are we gonna play 'question surprise'? I love that game!" The twitcher squealed. "But I thought, you were, I did, HUH?" Those were the words I can only say. "Oh yeah...That," Surprise said. "Well I was sad of what you said, so I laid around crying then walked around the place. Buut! I decided to try to scare you again! That always cheers me up!" I just stud there...Completely speechless. Surprise hungrily stared at the corpse. I sighed and spoke to her. "Just eat the damn thing I don't even care anymore." Surprise squeaked in excitement and went to the corpse and started chomping away on whats left of it. I looked at her as she chomped away eating like if there was no tomorrow. It is hard to tell if there is a tomorrow in this wasteland. She was so adorable. The way how she acted same with her behavior. The way how she smiles sometimes brings a smile on my face. That twitcher was utterly adorable. It appeared to be several minutes and Surprise is still mindlessly ripped out pieces of flesh from the dead solider and devouring it. "Hey boss want some?" She said handing me the dead pegasus's back leg. "No thanks I ate his stomach and lungs," I replied to her question of giving me a piece of flesh. "Oh well, more for me!" With that the twitcher dived down and started devouring much flesh that she could eat. "Surprise?" I began. She perked back up with her mouth stuffed with organs and nodded. "I stopped an unholy one from killing itself." Marker please forgive me. Surprise's eyes widen and spat out the meat in her mouth. And looked at me in shock. "You what!?" "I don't know why I just-" Before I continued I looked at Surprise who was smirking. I read the smirk and frowned. "Don't talk Surprise...I've suffered enough." I said. Surprise nodded but this time she just started looking around and enjoying her surroundings. She started humming a small toon but I just left her be. I made a quiet whisper that not even I could here myself speak. Do I really have a heart?
Chapter 6 (Important note) Author's Note My first first version of this was a disappointment for me. Thanks to Dezzar Tac for editing the other version of this chapter, click here to read it Click this Link to read my first version of this chapter.
