Chapter # 2: Undead Stalkers

I hate coming here, this place is so depressing, I thought absentmindedly, as we entered the now familiar alleys of the infinity fortress.

Gingi and Akabane not far behind, Gingi was annoyingly close to me, he was terrified of Akabane and not without reason, that murderous psychopath had that effect on most people.

"What's wrong Gingi Kun, won't you walk with me?" he asked, clearly amused.

"No I'm fine like this, thank you," then whispered to me, "Ban Chan, we have to finish this job fast, I don't think I can't stand the stress."

"I know; I don't like him more than you do, but let's focus on the assignment for now. Tell me where exactly is everybody? I don't see a single person outside."

"Yeah that's odd, normally you'd see a lot of people at this hour, you think something happened to them."

"Maybe our target has killed them all." said Akabane, most morbidly.

"Okay let's cut the creepy talk, can't you see you're scaring Ginji." The poor guy was shaking now.

"Sorry Mido Kun, my bad." He said apologetically. "Maybe we should start worrying about our new friends; it seems they're getting tired of just following us."

At first I didn't get his point, but then I also noticed it, this feeling, we were being followed, I couldn't tell the number but there sure was a whole lot of them.

"Gingi…" I said slowly, stopping to get ready for them.

"Yeah, I feel them too, we're completely surrounded, Jesus Christ, I can't even tell how many of them are there." He said standing back to back with me.

We stood there for a while, patiently waiting for them to show themselves, when they finally did, I regretted deeply; but not as bad as Gingi.

Dozens of them slowly started to appear all around us, walking gradually towards us in a strange manner, as if they were dragging themselves.

"What the hell?" the words escaped me unconsciously as they stepped into the light, with their bodies hacked and bloodied, decomposing and dead, yes, they were dead.

Gingi looked shocked at them, his eyes began watering at the very sight of those he once knew and protected, as these mindless creatures.

"No, this isn't happening," a spark flashed around him, "these aren't my friends," two more spark showed, this time stronger. "They aren't dead," electricity began to run circle him, running around and growing stronger by the second.

"Gingi calm down, you're going to turn into the Lighting Lord if you don't." I'm not sure he heard me; he just continued to mumble incoherently at them.

"GINJI!" I shouted as I was about to shake him off, but Akabane stopped me.

"Let him go, he won't transform that easily, besides it's not like I'm going to allow it, the sweet power of Gingi Kun is for my amusement, and no shitty zombie is going to take that from me." He drew his scalpels and raised them softly in the air, then in the blink of an eye he disappeared, and emerged behind the undead mob in front of us.

"Too easy." He said somewhat disappointed, storing his blades inside him. As soon as he did, all of them fell to pieces on the floor, fully dead this time.

"There Gingi Kun, don't you fell better now." He said smiling sadistically.

"You bastard, how dare you, how could you kill them like that." Screamed Gingi, grabbing Akabane by the collar of his shirt, about to punch him, and would have had I not intervened.

"Stop it, Gingi, those guys were already dead, he just took them out of their misery, now they can rest in peace. Let him go." Gingi reluctantly accepted, Akabane just seemed amused by his reaction.

"Keep it together you two, I'm sure that was just the beginning, things are just going to get uglier from here on out, so I wont tolerate any more bitching from either of you two, is that clear?" I said, my eyes flashing dangerously.

"Of course Mido Kun, we wouldn't want you to get upset."

"Shut up," I said, opening the closest door to enter, "Hey Gingi you coming?"

"Huh…yeah it's just that…"

"What?" I asked concerned.

"No never mind, I thought I saw something but it's probably nothing." He said with one last look at the pieces of his former friends, "it's nothing."

I gave a last look myself, and perhaps it was my imagination or the bad lighting this place had, but I could have swore that I saw the blood around those bodies move.