Chapter 25: Evil Wits!
I awoke to find myself in the same cage and gave up on this just being a misleading dream sequence. But that's when I noticed that a small sphere that was metallic blue with a red blinking light on its side. It was about the size of a baseball had been strapped to my hand!
I couldn't move a single finger it was the super-duper never come off until you're dead and probably even a lot longer than that, kind of glue.
"Morning Zaí, ok look I've got some good news and some really good news."
"For the record DeDe, just BTW 'In order to play catch you have to be able to let go of the ball!' I said sarcastically.
"Oh how amusing Zaí, you actually think I'm going to give you something as pointless as a baseball. No no no no no, what you've gotten your hand there is a bomb.
I couldn't breathe.
"and I glued it to your hand for a good reason, that bomb is pressure activated. If you lift so much as one finger off it, it will detonate. There's enough C-4 in there to blow you all the way to Jupiter!" I gulped in fear.
"That was the good news! The really good news is you're not the only zombie imprisoned here." DeDe said menacingly.
"W-what are you saying?" I said quivering frightfully.
"I'm saying that our forces have managed to exterminate a good large number of your kind during your absence, and although we still have yet to locate the next generation of zombies your elders are protecting we've still managed to exterminate any kind of zombie dumb enough to still be above ground, now thanks to your kinds imbecility there's less than a hundred of you still... I was going to say "alive and/or breathing" but neither of those apply to you so I'll just say left.
But since I know you've been sitting in there bored, I've prepared for you a video of the battlefield after our victory.
A screen dropped down from the ceiling.
I couldn't believe it, it was horrible. The witches were walking through a field full of my people laying dead after being innocently slaughtered like cattle!
I saw skulls crushed, throats ripped out, limbs crushed and torn, organs out laying in the frozen ground. Innocent zombies floating in a lake with their massacred bodies polluting blood into the water.
Tears streamed down my cheek from my one eye, the other ones tear-duct was torn out too.
"You...monsters..." I choked out.
"Monsters? If anything is a monster here Zaí it's you. You're an undead creature who isn't even supposed to exist, you should be a piece of furniture by now!"
"Furniture?"
"Thanks to an inspirational man named Mr. Ed Gein we've been using your kind as a way of decorating."
"Polished zombie skulls become lovely bowls. Zombie flesh makes great upholstery and lampshades. Tongues make great necklaces and fingers are great for utensils."
I almost threw up, the imagery was so disgusting.
"But I've gone and gotten myself far too sidetracked, she pressed a button which caused another cage to rise out of the floor, I gasped in shock, fear and alarm, inside that cage...
was my father...
(Oooohhh, what a big Shyamalan-esque twist huh? Stay tuned for more readers.)