Long chapter. By the way, don't be confused at the chapter title. This is NOT the end, but only the beginning.
Chapter 9
I looked over at the clock on the nightstand besides Stan's sister's bed. Holy shit, it's already 10:39? I must've been out of the house for a long-ass time, and I must have seriously lost track of time. I'm still in Stan's sister's bedroom, along with Stan and Wendy, and while I had quite a verbal confrontation, a UFO just crashed into the South Park Mall. It was a mess outside.
"So what do we do now?" Stan asked. He grabbed Wendy's left hand with his right hand, and I wasn't sure why.
"I think we need to see that book of Cole's," Wendy replied. I nodded. I took the book out of my trenchcoat and handed it over to Wendy. "We'll also need the Stick too." I'm not sure why they needed the Stick, but now's not the time to argue. I complied, giving the Stick to Wendy.
My throat and lips were feeling a bit dry however, I think now might be a good time for a small drink of water. "Hey Stan, mind if I get some water? I'm a bit thirsty."
"Sure, go ahead," Stan replied.
I walked out the door of Stan's sister's bedroom, took a right and down the stairs I went, and I went over to the kitchen. I could still hear Wendy and Stan talk, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Some clean glass cups no more than about a few inches tall and about three inches in radius were found on top of a white dish tray, along with several other dishes, and the tray was found on the right side of the kitchen sink. I grabbed one of the cups and went on over to Stan's refrigerator. There was a slot where I could get some ice and water. I placed the cup in the slot, pressed the button for ice, and four ice cubes the shape of orange slices poured on out. I then held down the water button and filled my cup nearly full. It didn't take me long to consume the cold liquid. Refreshing. After I was done, I placed the cup inside the sink.
All of a sudden, I heard a door creak. This was not from the upstairs, but rather from the garage. My heart skipped a beat. The volume of Stan's and Wendy's voices have remained constant through my shenanigans downstairs, so I'm certain something unwanted just entered the house. "Hello?" I could hear low groaning. I could feel my heart beating faster. I don't know what the fuck entered the house, but I have a feeling this wouldn't be good. It doesn't sound like Stan's relatives, and it certainly doesn't seem very friendly from what I can tell. I unsheathed my staff from my back and gripped it with both hands. I slowly walked over toward the living room and peaked my head around a left corner.
It was the shape of a human male, but his skin was a sickly green-gray color. Blood was all over his mouth, and his clothes were ragged, torn, and bloodied. On his left arm was an armband with the Nazi Party symbol - a Swastika. "Es ist Zeit für Säuberung!"
I immediately screamed. I jumped back into the kitchen and quickly the zombie came to the entrance. "Help! Stan! Wendy, please! Help!"
"Wir müssen die Juden ausrotten!" the zombie screamed. He charged at me with both hands out. I blocked it with my staff, but the zombie gripped it also. The zombie was slowly overpowering my block, and as it inched closer, I backed myself at Stan's sink and the zombie breathed into my face. It smelled like a fucking corpse, and I wanted to vomit.
I heard footsteps. "Oh shit, what is that?" I could hear Wendy from the living room.
"Kill it quick!" Stan said. All of a sudden, the zombie let go of my staff and his legs crumpled, and the zombie fell down. I could then see Stan with his greatsword standing over the zombie. He impaled its skill with his own sword. "Eat this!" Stan pulled his sword out of the zombie. "Cole are you ok?"
"How did the the...zombie get in?" Wendy asked.
"Through the garage, I think." I was breathing heavily. "We should...we should get out of here."
"But where will we go? We can't go anywhere!" Wendy asked. She was armed with a pink metal shield and a metallic longsword of her own. Then the thought must have struck her. "Oh God, I don't think I'm ready to head north."
"We don't have a choice now," Stan said. "Comeon!"
As the three of us ran out the front door I turned to the other two. "So what have we learned?"
"I think it's happening," Stan replied, "but I know a place where we can get supplies! You know where Jimbo's Guns is?"
"Yeah I know where it is!" I know of that place because that's where I once found Isaac being extorted of his lunch money a few months back. "Just let me get my brother!"
"Why?" Stan asked.
"Well I can't leave him there while zombies are crawling around!" I replied.
"Stan, what about our friends? What are they going to do?" Wendy asked.
Stan scratched his head for a moment. "We don't have time! And besides, they've gotten in these situations before! We have to trust that they'll be fine!"
"We should at least take them with us!" Wendy will likely think twice about her statement because all of a sudden, people were crawling out in the streets screaming. They were knocking each other over as more Nazi Zombies began to chase some stragglers down. It was dark outside, and a nearly-full moon shone down the sky, coupled with streetlights, it made a well lit street for me to see. "Uh, on second thought, let's just get to Jimbo's guns. Cole, we'll meet you there."
"Do you two still have the book and the stick?" I asked.
Stan took out the book and the stick from his belt. "Yeah. Hurry!"
Running past civillians, law enforcement, and zombies was a chore, and it took me a while to get back to my house due to me sneaking around stealthed in Cat Form. I couldn't travel at full speed, but I least it was very easy to sneak past Nazi Zombies since I'm virtually invisible in the dark. But when I finally got to my house, I was horrified at the sight. The left half of the front door was broken apart and lying on the ground inside and the right half was still intact. I heard a scream. A very distinct scream, one I'm too familiar with. The sound of that certain screaming for help sent chills down my spine. Then it hit me.
Did I ever tell you Isaac has a very distinct scream?
I quickly went inside the house. It was dark, and barely any light shone through the house. I quickly, but quietly as I could, walked up the stairs, and rounded a right corner. "Es ist Zeit für Säuberung!" I heard. I saw another zombie break down the door and head into my bedroom. "Wir müssen die Juden ausrotten!"
"Help!" Isaac cried. "Please! Someone! Don't leave me here!"
I had to act very quickly or else Isaac will be completely eviscerated. Lumbering the staff from my back and into my hands again, I charged towards the direction which the zombie went. Turning into my room, I saw the zombie's back towards me, the zombie himself inching closer to my twin. My twin held his blanket over most of his body except for his head, and tears were running down his eyes. "Help!"
"Sie werden die Führer anzuschließen!" The zombie shouted.
It was time to act immediately. I lept in and swung my staff sideways from right to left. It nailed the zombie in the legs, and it staggered, and then knelt down. What happened next was that when the zombie bent over to kneel on his right knee, he twisted his torso to his right such that he would be able to land a punch on my ribs with his left hand. I flew out of the room, and my back banged against the wall. "Ouch!" I said. I fell down to the ground, and saw the zombie turn his attention towards me. As the zombie tried to grab me, I did what I have done with Clyde previously in Cartman's backyard - I invoked the power of the bear to smack the zombie in the face with my staff. The zombie was stunned out as he grabbed his face in pain. Taking a casting stance, I casted two Wraths - a bolt of sunfire - onto the zombie, and after the second made contact with the zombie, he was completely cauterized. He let out a final scream and fell down in front of the bed where my brother sat in fear.
I was breathing heavily. Being punched into the wall hurt me quite a bit. I slung my staff over my shoulder and placed both hands over my chest to heal my fractures. While doing so, I looked up at my brother, who was still crying, but was unharmed. Pieces of wood from the broken door were in our bedroom. It was a messy sight. "Isaac, you alright?"
"Y-y-yes," Isaac slowly said, still sniffling.
"Listen to me, we're going to be fine! But we need to get out of here!"
"But where will we go? Dad's not going to be happy!"
"I don't think dad may ever come back." I shook my head. As much as I'd like to see dad again, it wouldn't be prudent for us to stick around and risk getting ourselves torn apart by Nazi Zombies. He'll understand.
"No! Please! I can't leave here!" Isaac began crying again.
I grabbed Isaac by his shoulders and shook him. "Isaac! You have powers! You're a Shaman!"
"Why would I have Shaman powers?" Isaac asked.
"We're given powers for a reason I'm not sure, but I bet it's because of that new kid. Think about it - we have powers based on our WoW mains, for some reason. I'm a Druid who heals. Ray tells me he plays a Mage, and so he got Mage powers. I know Stan plays a Warrior."
Suddenly, Isaac dropped a totem - a small cross that stood straight up. Light-blue water seemed to be leaking out of it, and I could literally feel the power of water restoring my bruises. Isaac gasped. "Oh...my..."
I nodded. "Yep. Get dressed, we gotta go. I'll watch the doorway." I stood out at the upstairs hall to make sure nothing else was going to come in. I could hear clothing rustle, but then Isaac came out. He has a red chestplate strapped around his jacket, and his yellow scarf was tied around his neck loosely. "Nice. We gotta go downstairs to get you two weapons. I know dad should have two fire axes in the garage."
Both of us went down stairs. I looked around to make sure no Nazi Zombies were nearby. Our house layout was exactly the same as Stan's, and when we got into the garage, we tried to turn on the light but the power was out. "Damnit!" I said.
A fire erupted from behind me. I was scared for a moment, I thought our house lit on fire, so I turned around to see Isaac sticking out his left hand with flames on it. "Need a light?"
I chuckled. I often forget how resourceful Isaac can really be. Shamans are masters of the elements of Earth, Fire, Wind and Water, and as such, Isaac has control over fire. "Uh, they should be somewhere..." I went over to check the shoe stands first.
And already, I heard "Found them." I turned to the right where Isaac's voice must have come from to see his hands still on fire, and him holding the two fire axes, one in each hand.
"Where'd you find them?" I asked.
"By the water heater," Isaac pointed.
"Oh...odd place to put them. Alright, let's get outta here." I shuffled over to the garage to try to lift the garage by the handle. Trying to push the button to open the garage door electronically is useless since the power is likely out. I groaned as I tried to lift. The door was too heavy. "Grr...Isaac...help...me..." Isaac immediately came to my side to try to lift the door open, but to no avail. After a few seconds, I let go and staggered back, breathing heavily. It was tiresome trying to lift something, but not having enough force to resist the pull of gravity. "Fuck." I exhaled. "Um. Ok, let's just go out the front door."
"Agreed," Isaac said.
As the two of us went out of the garage, through the living room, and towards the broken front door, the other half of the front door finally broke down and landed next to its other piece. In the doorway stood another Nazi Zombie. "Du gehörst mir jetzt, Kinder!"
"No! Please!" Isaac staggered back and cowered behind me, holding both my shoulders. "Leave me and my brother alone!"
I turned around and grabbed Isaac's shoulders. "Isaac, you're a Shaman who's skilled in melee combat! You can kill the zombie! You have to kill the zombie!"
"But what if I die?" Isaac cried. "What if you die?"
I sighed. I'm about to say something I might regret later. "I'm a healer, I promise you I won't let either of us die."
"But I never won a fist fight at school before, how am I going to kill a zombie with two axes and magic I've never used?" Isaac cried again.
I sighed. I can understand where Isaac is coming from. Like for example, someone is just an average civilian living his everyday life and doesn't really have anything special about him, and one day his friend comes to the guy and tells him that he has superpowers he never knew and has to use them to defeat the ultimate evil. It can feel pretty daunting to have so much responsibility fall on your shoulders when you were never prepared for it nor prepared to wield such power. That's how I first felt when I discovered the truth about the Stick of Truth.
All of a sudden I heard rapid footsteps. I quickly turned around to see the Nazi Zombie charge straight for me with his hands out. I pulled out my staff to block the charge, and he grabbed it. The zombie is putting his entire weight on me. I staggered back and I could literally feel my back against the wall. The stench was thick with rotten meat. "Isaac...please...do...something..."
"I - I don't know!" Isaac's response is panicked, and that's the last thing I needed right now. If I try to cast magic or shapeshift, the zombie will eat me. I'm at the mercy of Isaac
"Please!" I tried to push the zombie back, but of to no avail. It was much heavier than I.
All of a sudden, a bright orange spark erupted from the zombie, and the zombie let go of my staff, staggering back and screaming. The next think I knew was that Isaac charged in. "Get away from my brother!" Both of his axes were in his hands. He rushed forward with his left axe back. The axe ignited on fire, and Isaac made a sideways slash onto the zombie, a trail of flame following the motion of the axe. A burst of flame struck the zombie and the zombie staggered back again, screaming. "Die, you racist zombie!" Isaac lept a bit into the air, drawing his axes behind his back. He made a downward swipe with both of his axes, lightning trailing both, and dual strike of Lightning struck as the axes did, obliterating the zombie, the zombie falling back and into the TV, the screen breaking and glass spraying everywhere. "Fuck! Off!" Isaac was huffing.
He was probably still shell-shocked at the situation, so I went over to pat him softly on the back. "It's alright. It's over for now."
"That felt...that felt great." Isaac sheathed his axes on his hips. "I killed a monster, and I feel like no one will stop me!"
I nervously laughed at the idiocy coming from Isaac's mouth. "Alright, let's not get carried away. We still gotta get outta here."
The two of us exited the house and the two of us immediately head west, dodging law enforcement and panicked citizens. I saw Isaac turn into a ghost wolf, and I myself turned into a stag. The two of us trotted west towards the next intersection where at the intersection would be the Park County Community Center. "From here we go right and trot to the end of the road!" I shouted to Isaac. And that's what we did.
Flame, moonbeams, and streetlights made the road well-lit for us. For now, this street was empty, so nothing really stopped us. The first intersection was a four-way intersection - to our left was the Park County Police Station and to our right the South Park City Hall. "Straight!" I yelled. It's normally a bad idea to walk directly in the middle of the road, but the town's full of chaos, and cars where everywhere.
As the two of us crossed the intersection, two more zombies blocked us off. We both immediately shifted back to our human forms and drew out our weapons. "You'll have me covered, right Cole?" Isaac asked.
I did not respond, for I heard low groaning behind me. I turned around and two more zombies approached from where we came from. "Tötet den Druiden!"
My heart lept in panick. "Oh shit! Isaac we're surrounded!"
"What do we do?" Isaac asked.
"Well we gotta take them on individually!" I replied. "I'll take on the two from behind us!"
The two zombies charged at me. I casted a Cyclone spell for about 2 seconds, and one of the zombies was lifted up in high winds. The other came charging at me still. I bashed the zombie in the face to stun him out. I then raised roots from the ground to entangle the zombie, and casted down a beam of moonlight to burn the zombie. I jumped to the Cycloned zombie, and right as the winds faded, I Cycloned him again. I turned to the other zombie to cast two Wraths at him and he was incinerated. I heard my Cyclone fade away. As the zombie rushed forth, I entanged that one in roots, casted Moonfire, then two Wraths, and he too was down for the count.
I heard Isaac's scream behind me. "Cole! Get it off me! Augh!"
I turned around. A zombie was fried by fire and lightning. The one still alive had Isaac in his grip, and had sunk his teeth into Isaac's neck on the right side. I had to act now or else Isaac will be torn apart. I immediately shifted into cat form and jumped to the zombie. I swiped my left paw at the zombie to bash it in the face and make it let go of Isaac. He dropped Isaac to the ground. I swiped again with my right paw and it staggered back. I shifted out of cat form, casted another wrath, and the zombie was cauterized. When I was sure he was dead, I ran over to Isaac. "Oh God, no!"
"It hurts so much!" Tears ran off Isaac's eyes like a waterfall as he was crying loudly. He was likely in so much pain right now. "I'm gonna die! I don't wanna be a Nazi Zombie!"
"You're not gonna die!" I looked around to see if there's any more zombies. There wasn't, thank God. I stuck my left hand out to heal Isaac's chewed up neck with nature's power. "Does that feel better?"
"A little..." Isaac's tears were beginning to cease.
I let out a deep sigh as I was healing him more. "Do you feel...woozy...infected or something?"
"I am," Isaac admitted, "but I read somewhere that it won't be fatal if you're in healthy condition."
I was taken back, shocked. "Where'd you read that?"
"My teacher taught us that the Nazi Zombie epidemic has happened ago a few years back in a small town in Nebraska," Isaac replied, "the infection only lasts for a few hours, and a healthy person won't die, he'll shrug it off after it's over with. But getting there is painful."
"I thought we're supposed to be come zombies if we got bit by one," I asked.
"No, that's usually because the victim is bleed to death while the infection is inside them, then it takes over," Isaac replied.
"Um...I guess that makes sense," I lied. I really don't think that makes sense. But what do I know? I haven't had any experience with zombies before.
"Oh god," Isaac complained, "my head hurts and I almost want to vomit."
"Don't vomit," I said. I sighed again. "Ok, seriously, why the fuck doesn't Mr. Garrison teach us this stuff - stuff that could save our lives one day? I'm actually really mad right now because I wish I knew that." Had I known that, I would have been much more aggressive in my fighting. I was only conservative because I didn't want to risk getting infected and becoming a zombie.
"I'm sorry," Isaac replied.
"It's not your fault, I guess luck just hates me," I shrugged. There wasn't any other explanation other than me ending up with a string of unluckiness. Then I remembered what Isaac just said, and it clicked in my brain. "Isaac, where did the Nazi Zombie epidemic happen?"
"Somewhere in Nebraska, why?"
"Because Ray is from Nebraska and I might be on to something. I'm not sure, but I'll need to find out."
"Where are we going?"
"Jimbo's Guns."
"Why?"
"I have some...uh, friends...that can help out. Ready to go?" When Isaac nodded, I took my hand off him. "Alright."
"Cole, I need help standing, I can't walk by myself, my body is numb and shaking." I took Isaac by the arm and wrapped his left arm around the back of me. "Alright, let's get out of here."
Luckily, we were met with no other opposition. We turned left and headed straight for Jimbo's Guns. I still to carry Isaac. He was tempted to vomit at times, but I told him not to. When we both reached the building I noticed the glass door was covered with black paper, and I wasn't sure why. I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again, only this time, louder. I could hear Ray's voice. "Who is this?"
"It's Cole and Isaac!" I replied.
The right door opened, but only at around an 8 degree angle. I looked into the door, and I saw Ray, still dressed in his green robes. "Are you sure you two are alone?"
"Yes!" I fiercely said. "Is Wendy in there? Isaac needs medical attention and she can cure diseases! I can't!"
"Well she's...busy." Ray wore a cringe on his face.
"Busy doing what?" I opened the door wider, and took myself and Isaac inside the building.
The main part of the store is rather small. There was one single large display case that also acted as a counter for the cashier. On the back were various guns and weaponry. To my left were sleeping bags, backpacks, and clothing. To my right were camping food and water bottles. "There's rations in the back," Ray said. "Come."
"Wait, there's something I need to know, Ray." I said.
"What?" Ray replied.
"Has a Nazi Zombie disaster like this happened before?" I asked.
"...I don't remember. Why?" Ray just rubbed his chin.
"I need to know, that way we can determine how to handle this," I replied.
"Look, Cole, I don't remember, if I did, then I'd tell you alright?" Ray sighed. "I'm sorry. I can't remember right now. I feel like I have a hole in my memory. That's what my parents said to." Weird. It's like either he really doesn't remember or his parents don't want him to.
As I carried Isaac to the back of the store, I could hear argument between two familar voices. Stan's and Wendy's, to be more specific. In the back, the shelves were lined up in ammunition of all types as well as actual rations - dried food, canned food, and bottles filled with pure water. As we head as far back as possible, Stan and Wendy faced each other in front of a safe vault.
"Stan, we can't leave our friends behind, it's wrong! What if something happens to them?" The couple didn't even notice us come in. If this is the "Busy" that Ray was referring to, I'm rather appalled. Now isn't the time for relationship drama, especially when Isaac can barely feel his own body.
"They'll be fine, trust me!" Stan replied.
"Fine?! You call zombies running around tearing shit up 'fine'?!"
"Wendy, listen! You really underestimate how smart our friends are and how well they can keep themselves out of trouble, we took down countless bad guys before! We managed to survive Cthulhu's Dark Dimension for Christs sake, at least give them a little credit!"
"Sorry to interrupt the discussion, but Isaac needs medical attention!" I said.
"I'm not sure what's going on, honestly," Ray said.
"It's just relationship problems, nothing more." I looked at Ray and he just shrugged.
But neither Wendy nor Stan listened to us. They just went on, and I swear both have severe tunnel vision. "But I can't sleep at night knowing that they'll get town apart, I need to see my friends and family again!"
Stan gripped Wendy's shoulders. "And you know exactly why we can't do that."
"Because we have a quest, and this town is a total disaster," Wendy answered.
Stan sighed. "Wendy, I know you miss your friends and family, I do too. But we can't do anything about them right now, all we can do is trust and pray that they'll make it out alive."
"But there's always that possibility that they won't make it." Wendy is trying her best to resist crying. "At least I still have you." Wow that sounded really cheesy.
Stan nodded. "I was just gonna say that." The couple drew into a hug. I looked to my left to see Ray's face contorted with disgust.
All of a sudden, I could feel myself tilt. My right shoulder got suddenly heaver, and Isaac slipped off me. He was on the ground but holding himself in all fours, and all of a sudden, a fair amount of vomit came from his mouth. "Aughuffhudisbfg!"
"Ew!" Stan, Wendy, and Ray said in unison, jumping towards the safe.
"Yeah, well I was just gonna say Isaac is infected." I rolled my eyes.
"Is he alright?" Stan asked. "Is he gonna die?"
"Thankfully, no," I replied, "the infection will go away after a while, and he'll be fine after, according to Isaac himself, that is. It's just better to have him healthy as soon as possible, given our situation, ya know? I just think it's the smarter thing to do."
"So aren't you going to cure him?" Stan asked.
I raised an eyebrow at Stan. "Uh, I can't cure any diseases. Which is why I need Wendy."
Isaac lied on his back next to the vomit puddle, and Wendy went over to Isaac. "Alright, I'll take care of it."
I looked at Stan, who motioned to Ray. "Ray, you know how to open this safe?"
"How should I know?" Ray asked. "I've never been here before!"
I looked at the safe again. It's about no taller than a toddler. There was a digital keypad where one would punch their number in. Then it hit me. If it's digital, then it's electronic, and water, being a great conductor, will short circuit the system. This safe looked like it relies completely on electronic triggers. "Ray, what if you sprayed water on the keypad with a water elemental?"
Ray summoned up a water elemental. He pointed at his water elemental, then pointed at the keypad on the safe. The water elemental shot out a stream of water from its mouth" and suddenly, the keypad short-circuited. Sparks flew, the keypad shut down, and the safe door flew open. There was tons of money inside. "Woah," Ray said.
"So what are we doing with the money?" I asked.
"We might need it, duh," Stan replied.
"Isn't that stealing?" Ray asked.
"Well Jimbo's not gonna use it, the town's a disaster," Stan replied, "besides, we might need it. I mean we're not going to take all the money, probably only two-thousand. I'll pay him back some other time."
"Two thousand dollars?" I gasped. "That's alot of money to 'borrow', you know."
"Relax." Stan handed me four hundred dollars in $50 bills. "We'll divide up the money evenly." I put the money in my trenchcoat as Stan then handed the others money, and when I turned to see what Isaac was up to, Isaac was already standing as he took the money from Stan. I'm assuming Wendy already cured him, based on how he's standing just fine.
"So what are we doing here?" Isaac asked.
"We got some supplies." Wendy threw me a dark green backpack. "Here, I already packed what we needed. Food, water, sleeping bags, firestarters, all that other stuff."
"Where'd you find Ray?" I asked.
"Well, um..." Wendy turned to Ray. "Remember that spaceship the crashed into the mall?"
"That was a spaceship?" Isaac gasped. "I was wondering why the mall was on fire!"
"Yeah, well, when me and Wendy passed by the spaceship, we saw Ray walk out," Stan added.
I turned to Ray, my eyebrow raised at him. He sighed, taking the cue for him having some explaining to do. "I was kidnapped by aliens and taken onto the space ship. The aliens took me to some medical room of some sorts and...um...probed me." Ray had a sheepish look on his face and he blushed a little. Odd.
I narrowed my eyes at Ray. I don't think this is going to sound very good, given that Stan and Wendy were both snickering now. But I'm still a bit curious. "Probed you...how?" I looked at Isaac and Isaac just shrugged, not knowing what to say. "Like they made you swallow something, like a pill or-"
"Who said anything about swallowing?" When I heard that from Stan, Isaac and I cringed.
"Have you ever had something shoved up your ass?" Ray asked. "Like a flu pill or-"
"Um, Ray," I said. This is rather sickening. "Now's not the time to-"
"Well they injected something up my ass," Ray replied, "it's some kind of anal probe-"
"Anal...probe?" I asked.
Wendy snickered again. "Hey, at least Ray is willing to admit it, unlike Cartman." Her tone was rather snarky, and obviously there's some inside joke about "anal probes" between Stan and Wendy, and I don't want to know.
"I can show you." Ray turned around and was about to pull down his pants.
"No!" Isaac stuck his hands out. "Don't...show us. Don't."
"Thank you, Isaac," I nodded.
"What should we do now?" Wendy asked.
"We should get going," Stan replied.
"What?" Wendy said. "That's crazy, shouldn't we barricade ourselves here from the zombies or something?"
"Statistically speaking, it's better to be on the move rather than staying in one place," Isaac said.
"See? Isaac agrees with me!" Stan added.
Wendy rolled her eyes, putting on her backpack. "This is crazy, I swear."
She went over to the front door first, and the rest of us put on our backpacks and followed suit. As we went out a door, we saw something straight out on the road in front of us that would immediately make us regret ever leaving the building. It was a reddish-brownish humanoid-looking being. Its skin looked scaled and plated with armor. It had upside down angel wings, and it had two horns. The humanoid wielded two spiky glaives that glowed with cyan light. Its feet were on fire with the same color, its eyes were lighted up with that same color, and when the humanoid began to speak, its throat had the same light color and its voice was male and deep. I could literally feel the terror. When I looked closely, I suddenly realized that this is Terrorblade, like from that one video game. "So I've heard you have the stick." Shit. Terrorblade is already here.
This is the end.
For some wondering, this is the German translations. If I recall correctly, Nazi Zombies in The Stick of Truth always repeat the first two lines. The rest are just flavor text.
"Es ist Zeit für Säuberung!" = "It's time for cleaning!"
"Wir müssen die Juden ausrotten!" = "We must exterminate the Jews!"
"Sie werden die Führer anzuschließen!" = "You will join the leader!"
"Du gehörst mir jetzt, Kinder!" = "You're mine now, children!"
"Tötet den Druiden!" = "Kill the druid!"
Reviewer: Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the story so far, I'm glad the Stendy wasn't as bad as I originally thought it would be, and I hope I can keep pushing quality material.
Until next time.
