The last Human
Chapter 3
Time seemed to slow for Dempsey when Spyro, Cynder and Sparx confirmed that there were other people in Der Riese; he immeditally told them to regroup with them. They were reluctant at first but seeing how serious he was they agreed. Not that he didn't care for them, but he didn't want to badysit two dragons and a dragonfly' because he thought they'd get in his way. But now that he'd alone, with none of his friends alive he felt that he was a one-man-army. He failed humanity, Peter, his family... friends, and even his... enemies like Takeo and Richtofen. But he quickly cast those thoughts aside. There was no time for weaknesses, not now. Barely five feet away he heard the familar hungry groans of the undead filling the air. His grip on the Thompson tightened conciderbly. He forced himself to take a deep breath before looking through the sights of his SMG (Sub-machine gun). He walked towards the teleporter and stopped in front of the machine. He calmly listened to his surroundings as he closed his eyes, allowing his thompson rest in his hands.
He slowly looked to his left and saw a rotten corpse in a tattered black uniform with a dull worn swastika symbol on it's right arm. It's glowing and misty eyes staring hungrily at him. Dempsey snarled at the zombie moments before it let out an ear pericing scream; alerting the rest of the zombies to his presence. Forcing a smile on his face Dempsey took aim with his SMG, closing one eye as he looked though the sights of his weapon aiming at the dead person's head. Pulling the trigger Dempsey watched at the zombie received multiple bullets to the head; and smiled as the zombie fell to the ground with a thud.
He shifted his view towards the catwalk, seeing a small group of undead jumping to the bottom floor through a gap. Before they could regain their footing Dempsey fired a whole round at them, watching as a blood began to form a mist when the bullets tore off their limbs. Their rotten insides gruesomely revealed for all too see. He gave a smile of satisfaction to himself, while he knew the zombies would be killed with a shot to the head. Killing them by shooting them in the torso and arms was longer, but it made the whole experience more... fun.
He quickly realised who he was becoming much to his dismay. "Oh god, I'm becoming like Richtofen!" Dempsey shuddered uncomfortably. He quickly gathered his wits and reloaded his weapon, pulling the empty magazine, tossing it aside and slipping a new one inside the weapon in its place. He saw more zombies run into the building he was held up in and without thinking he fired his weapon from the hip, the bullets spraying wildly' some bullets missed their targets by miles while the others were lucky enough to even injure one. He realised his mistake too late and the zombies quickly made their way to the stairs.
He cursed at them before running inside the teleporter' as it turned on eletricity flowed through his body making a tingling sentation run throughout his entire body. He was both shocked and surprised when he saw any zombie that stepped insiude the teleporter itself was killed instantly! He took this valuble time to reload his weapon again, and he mumbled a quiet praise to the Nazi for creating these machines. He felt himself being lifted from the ground as a bright light blinded his vision.
"Why this machine is very stupendous! How exhilarating and marvelous, and, and interesting!" Volteer was very excited as he eagerly studied the large metal object. "If only we knew some way too open this, we might make a remarkable discovery!"
"Volteer! Must you speak so quickly?" Cyril snapped at the yellow dragon in frustration.
The electric guardian merely shook his head before facing Cyril, a massive smile on his face. "I'm rather sorry for that. But I have never seen anything quite like this before!"
"Yes, yes Volteer..." Terrador interrupted, he calmly approched the two guardians that were staring at the gigantic machine. The two turned and were now staring at their friend. "While this place is indeed 'exciting' there are far more things for us to discover." The earth Guardian added as he took in the whole scenery surrounding them. "Who knows what lost information is within this place."
"Teleporter 3 used..." A male voice called out.
The three guardians saw sparks emerging from the cicular object on the mainframe itself. They were caught by surprise by this and almost immeditally, the three spread their wings and took flight. They looked down at the electric that shot out of the mainframe.
"My, what fabulous display we're seeing!" Volteer was absolutely thrilled at what he'd witnessed! The very thing they were standing on coming to life, and it was using elecricity no less! "Whoever created this place seems to use electricty to power these machines of theirs!"
"Terrador!" The guardians looked over their shoulder to a shocking display. They saw Spyro, Cynder and Sparx flying towards them in haste, and below them were walking corpses that were heavily decayed. They were making an attempt at running, towards the mainframe where they were currently. "Terrador, we are in serious trouble!"
"I can see that." The green dragon replied taking in the scene behind them. "What happened? Where's the cheetah?" He questioned, eyes wide in attention.
"The cheetah's nowhere in sight," Sparx began worryingly. "And as for what they found, well..." Sparx paused thinking of how to tell them of their discovery.
Volteer was the only one who took notice when the noise coming from the mainframe suddenly died down. He turned to look, and his eyes went wide in both shock and disbelief at what he'd seen. "By the ancestors...!"
Upon hearing the electric guardian say those words, everyone stared at him with a questioned look on their faces. That was until they looked where the yellow dragon was looking. In the middle of the mainframe stood a new figure, who stood on two feet like the Cheetah's of avalar. Only this person hardly had any hair on his body, except for his head. He carried five weapons that they recognised from the building sights they discovered centuries ago, but instead of them being worn and rusty. The ones this mysterious creature held looked brand new!
"Hey! It's the person we found!" Sparx shouted in surprise causing everyone to look at him. "Huh. Hey! Wasn't he back there just a few minutes ago?" The dragonfly added, pointing at the figure before itching the back of his head in confusion.
Both Spyro and Cynder stared downwards, and to their delight it was the same person! Cynder immeditally flew down towards the mainframe, with everyone following. But as she got closer to the ground the more she felt something was wrong.
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The first thing Dempsey saw and heard was the annoying clock that wouldn't even tell the proper time, this was his second time using the teleporter in Der Riese and he didn't like the first time he tried it. He focused himself on the only thing in his mind: finding a way to wipe out the undead. He had to get rid of some these weapons that he's carrying, they are killing him!
"Christ!" Dempsey tossed the double barreled shotgun away, following with his upgraded browning. He still carried his M1911A1 .Colt which was safely sealed in its holster. His two knifes were still there, he'd might as well keep them. And kept his Thompson and upgraded MG42 with him.
He heard a multiple thuds very close to him and in reaction he drew his .Colt, aiming at the would be attackers. He widened his eyes when he saw three massive dragons looking down at him, even if they were down the steps they were still bigger than he was! He felt his will shrink into nothing as the three dragons stared down at him.
"Holy-shit..." Dempsey said aloud; he kept his increasing fear from getting the better of him' he didn't want to do anything that would make them kill him.
"I knew it! I knew it was you!" Dempsey turned his head to face the person, or rather the glowly yellow dragonfly that spoke to him. "How in the world did you get here THAT quick?"
Dempsey blinked as Sparx floated in front of him, his arms crossed. "Well? Are you gonna answer?" The dragonfly asked frowning at him.
Dempsey wanted to get out of this place as quickly as possible so he said the first blunt answer that came into mind. "No." He swatted the dragonfly out of his way, walking past the guardians who were watching him intently. "We need to get out of here," Dempsey got straight to the point. "And by 'we' I mean you!" He added looking at the dragons grimly.
"No. Not until you give us answers." The green dragon shot back.
Dempsey shook his head at the dragon, "No time. Within a matter of seconds this place will be overrun!"
"What? By who?" Dempsey looked down as the purple dragon he met before walked up the steps, he rubbed the dry blood from his paws before he turned his attention back to Dempsey a worryed look in his eyes. "What's going to overrun this place?" He asked kindly. "Whatever it is, we'll help."
"You can't. Their unstoppable, their limitless, they are-" Before he could finish his sentance everyone heard loud inhumain screaming and moaning coming from within the factory itself. Dempsey gritted his teeth as he quickly grabbed his Thompson and aimed it towards the fence that blocked the zombies. "They're here."
As if on cue a seemingly unlimited horde of rotten, bone revealing corpses came into view, and leapt on a fense - climbing up on it. Sparx screamed like a child upon seeing them and flew behind Cynder for protection. While Spyro, Cynder and the guardians looked on in a state of mild shock.
Dempsey quickly unloaded a full round into the zombies, downing a fair amount of them before they'd manage to get on the ground. Grabbing a grenade, Dempsey pulled the pin and tossed it towards the horde. Seconds later, an explosion engulfed the undead creating a red mist as the limbs and bodies were thrown across the ground.
"Get out of here!" Dempsey shouted at the dragons, causing them to stare at him in disbelief. He smirked at them as he quickly reloaded his SMG, "I may be human but I ain't weak."
Volteer's jaw dropped when he heard the word human, and looked at Spyro, Cynder and Sparx in disbelief. "Y-you found a real live human?" Dempsey could hear the excitment from the electric dragon. Volteer turned to look at him with a look that made him feel uneasy, he found that both blue and green dragon's were staring at him in awe and wonder as well.
"Spyro, where in our ancestors name did you find him?" It was Terrador who spoke this time.
"Hello?" Dempsey shouted, getting everyone's attention. "Has everyone forgotten about the undead!" He yelled firing at the undead horde that descended upon them. "They'll overrun this area in a few seconds!"
It wasn't like him to panic, but this was a special case. After all Dempsey was the only person fighting so he had every right to panic. Without any warning Dempsey was grabbed by the waist and was carried by one of the guardians.
"Hang on!" Volteer yelled as be began to flap his wings. He growled quietly to himself, his weapon was pinned against his torso. He struggled to get it loose but to no avail. It was then he felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the ground getting smaller. He's been in planes and he parachuted from the sky, but never before has he been carried by a massive scaled yellow dragon.
If there was one thing going through his mind "Get me down!" would be the most likely choice. He saw the zombies pile up on the mainframe trashing their arms at the sky in a failed attempt to strike at him. He may be safe now, but this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
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"Germany" The Dragon City Of Warfang, fourty five minutes later.
"Ok, you guys have to keep my existance a secret!" Dempsey yelled through the wind.
"Why? We could learn so many important, and incredible things about humans from you eh..." Volteer paused at the end of his sentance trying to think a polite way of what to call him.
With a sigh Dempsey answered what the Guardian was thinking. "Call me Tank Dempsey,"
"Ah, a rather strange name for a human."
"From what I know, you dragons know nothing of us humans." Dempsey shot back defensively. "Some humans have really strange names," He added as shrugging while Spyro and Cynder gave him a curious look.
"How long were you inside that place, Dempsey?" The ice guardian asked with suspicion. "It seems rather odd, that you revealed yourself now when the rest of the human race is no longer with us."
"Cyril!" Dempsey looked at the earth dragon, who gave the said ice dragon Cyril a glare. "That was uncalled for."
"Cyril... That's a name I didn't think I'd hear again." Cyril turned to give Dempsey a more curious expression but there was still a hint of suspicion in there as well.
"What do you mean by that?"
Everyone was curious now. Volteer the one that was carrying the marine even looked at him with raised "eyebrows" that is, if they are eyebrows. Sparx who was silent flew over to Dempsey with a tilted head. Dempsey stared at the dragonfly as well, he guessed the dragonfly was waiting for him to continue.
"Yeah, I mean you may not be a god like good old Sparx here. But I know if there more to what you say?"
Dempsey looked at Spyro and Cynder with a incredulous look on his face. "God?"
"Hey, hey, hey! We are talking about you, my human friend." Sparx shot in, interrupting Spyro before he could reply Dempsey's question. "Sorry bro, but you do know that this 'Dempsey' person was trying to steer away from this question right?"
"Oh god, does this dragonfly ever shut up?" Sparx gave Dempsey an offended look.
"And what the heck is that suppost to mean?"
"You talk, no not talk' you blabber too much!" Dempsey argued, "Don't you ever be quiet for like once?"
"Actually, he's right Sparx. You do talk too much; and complain and you also insult..." Cynder joined in the conversation agreeing with Dempsey. Spyro attempted to stop himself from laughing when Sparx gave Cynder a death glare. Cynder gave Sparx a toothy grin and a deadly glare in return.
"Someone is actually agreeing with me?" Dempsey blurted out in surprise. "Oh my god, that's a first..." But before anyone else could reply, Dempsey got back to Cyril's original question. "Anyway, to answer you're original question before I was rudely interupted." He turned to glare at Sparx, "The name 'Cyril' was used when humanity still existed' never thought it would STILL be used this far in the future."
"My name was used by humans? Why, I never knew that!" Cyril spoke with excitement in both his voice and facal expression. "Who used my name? What does it mean?"
"I was never good at history of other cultures but, I did pay attention in some classes. The name 'Cyril' if my memory is correct is infact of Greek origin; meaning: Lordly, or masterful." Dempsey explained to the eager Ice Guardian, who was watching and listening rather eagerly. "I don't really know how or when that name came to be, after all I was in the 1940s. And I wouldn't have existed then."
"But many people all those centuries ago used that name, Irish people, Americans' which by the way I am an American. But I never heard any other people with that name in a long time though, until now."
Dempsey jumped when he felt Volteer's paws hit the ground with a loud 'thud'. The electric dragon then gracefully placed the human gently on the ground. Groaning in satisfaction Dempsey stretched his limbs and took a full breath of freah air for the first time. "Finally, I never thought I'd see the outside world again."
Dempsey turned and shouldered his Thompson, "Please keep my presence a secret here. I'll promice to tell you all I can about humanity, but in return: tell no one about me."
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Der Riese 41 minutes ago...
The undead groaned in defeat when they saw the dragons escape with Dempsey. And they parted' attempting to escape the factory in order to chase them. However the zombies stopped and turned to face the mainframe when it suddenly turned on again, sparks of electricity was seen coming from the circle in the middle. An orb of light shot into the sky, killing the zombies that were close enough to be hit by the orb.
Standing in the middle of the mainframe were three figures, who were completely cloaked from head to toe. The zombies screeched hungrily at the cloaked figures, who in turn uncovered highly advanced weapons from under their cloaks.
"Let's kill these undead sons-of-bitches!" The one in the middle of the group declared grimly with a Russian.
As one, the three unleashed the hell upon the undead, the lead tearing off their arms, legs and heads. The zombies fell into a large pile on the ground, and as one the three figures walked down the steps reloading their weapons before they took aim and fired. "Let us retake this place!"