Author's Note

I'm sorry for taking so long. Circumstances [COVID] prevented me from returning to this niche fantasy of mine. It shall return!


Jacking the open bedded 1990's something flatbed truck was a chore. Revy and Tank blasted their way through the streets outside the Yellow Flag, while Dutch grabbed his own Remington Magnum from Benny's GTO. Like in every location the four survivors have been in, they came in select waves - at least here - but they could hear the carnage flooding the rest of Roanapur in cold screams and rapid gunfire. As they awaited the chaos to return, the six heroes boarded the flatbed, with Dutch and Tank in the front, Takeo, Richtofen, Nikolai and Revy in the back.

The next few minutes were spent driving down streets littered with more bodies than either of the residents of Black lagoon were used to. Tailing the truck was the GTO, Rock and Benny snug to the flatbed's rear bumper. Within a mile, they could see the street signs pointing in the direction to the power plant. As the truck rounded a bend to the right into a section of less run down stores and small apartments, the streets ahead of them - littered with corpses - soon came alive as the undead began to flood from the alleys at all sides. Within seconds, they were surrounded.

Curses sprang from everyone in a varied fashion, Revy, Nikolai, Takeo and Richtofen kneeling to the corners of the truckbed and began to unload rounds in tandem into the coming horde.

"Fuckin' A, there's too god damn many!" Demspey shouted as Dutch's wheels came locked from the corpses piling underneath, the rapid-fire of Dempsey's Galil stacking them high in the front. "Hold on!" Dutch shouted, jerking the wheel to the left. The all wheel drive kicked into an open patch of asphalt, lurching the vehicle forward in a sharp left turn. Quickly, Dutch yanked the wheel right and spurred back into the center of the street.

Shooting the truck forward, one of the undead leaped onto the truck's windshield as Dempsey happened to be reloading. Ripping his revolver from his thigh holster, Dutch punched a single round through its forehead, kicking it off the hood of this stolen truck. As they finally began to get some purchase through the street, Revy screamed something that made Dutch immediately turn his head.

"The Pontiac's stuck!"

Surely enough, when Dutch turned his head, he could see the GTO failing to make any sort of traction on the ground below it. A mixture of fat, guts, blood and flesh were stuck under the wheels, causing them to slick and spin. From inside, Benny and Rock could be seen panicking to some degree, Benny grabbing a handgun from the glove compartment and immediately beginning to fire into what seemed like an endless fray coming from either alley. Even the support from afar was ill-capable.

Before Dutch could say anything, Revy had kicked off the back of the truck, "Fuckin' Rock!" trailing her. Nikolai, not knowing any better, trailed right on after her, sloppily loading his SPAS. Takeo holstered his Python, unsheathing his Katana and making haste to follow his Russian comrade. Tank peered behind them, growling an; "Oh fuck!" as they made the suicide run. Turning to Dutch, "Reverse after their dumb asses!" Came out of his mouth faster than he thought.

"If we even can. We might just have to stay here, which fuckin' sucks."

Tank watched as Dutch gunned the vehicle in reverse, the images of Revy, Nikolai and Takeo closing in on the stuck GTO.

"Fuck!"


I get to shoot all these assholes, but jesus fucking christ, this is not the way I thought it'd happen.

Revy had her mind parading that thought as she ran headfirst, thoughtlessly, into this fray of undead. One Beretta in each hand, she found herself dumping them in tandem at the horde of undead swarming to her left. It's where Rock sat in the vehicle, so she naturally drifted there. In an instant, the fifteen round magazines for each weapon were empty. The horde was pared down, but not by nearly enough. Dropping each magazine, she saw the Japanese man bolt by her left, a swift stroke bisecting the neck of the first undead that was hot for her.

Takeo stepped back, then drove his sword through the eye of a second undead. Finishing the creature by kicking it off his weapon into a third undead, it had given Revy just the right amount of time to load each gun and send the slides forward. Nikolai had been rapidly dumping his twelve gauge into the horde on Benny's side, advancing thoughtlessly into the fray while limbs and heads were torn from the heavy firepower.

Nikolai's shotgun ran dry, so he chose to chuck it, landing the heavy piece of steel in the chest of one undead and flipping it. Yanking a CZ75 from his belt, Nikolai assumed a one handed shooter's pose and began to punch nine millimeters into the heads of the undead. Behind him, Benny fumbled out of the car.

Revy began to fire another onslaught of her own nine mils into the horde that had been temporarily staved off by the combined effort of her and Takeo. To her right, Rock bolted from the car after the truck. In the bed, Richtofen was picking off stragglers running from other alleyways - or unfortunately - a porthole that had opened up in the center of the street.

Richtofen punched a 7.62 through the head of one gut hanging straggler, watching with a precise eye as the five rapidly bolted back to the truck. Rock hauled himself into the truck bed, followed by Benny, Takeo, Nikolai, and finally Revy. Benny and Rock were somewhere on the floor as the four gunslingers began to lay what they had into the horde trailing the truck.

Catching traction, the vehicle took off again.

"I lost my fucking shotgun!" Nikolai inevitably complained. Revy had ignored him until now, as it had been another minute of patrolling through dead end streets. More corpses, wrought with either torn carcass or bullet holes littered. Revy was convinced that this was the most she'd seen - and the smell was worse.

"Perhaps we should follow ze light," The German stated, raising a hand to a starkly, radiating blue light in the sky. "The fuck are you-" Revy began, but soon cut herself off as she turned to see exactly that - the blue beam of light.

"Ze box will be there."

"Box?" Rock asked, holding his knees.

"Yes," Takeo answered, "A magic box with plentiful of weapons essential to our survival."

Revy folded her arms, leaning into the Japanese Officer's space. "Bull-fucking shit."

"It's true, sugar tits," Tank called from the cab, "You'll see. Took me a while to get used to all this bullshit."

Turning his eyes back to the road, Dempsey spotted a familiar red machine, surrounded by grime, belting off a familiar jingle. "Hey - shit, stop the damn truck!"

"The fuck, why-" Before Dutch got a chance to protest, Dempsey had wormed his leg into the opposite half of the cabin and slammed on the break. Abruptly, the vehicle lurched to a halt, throwing Revy and pretty much everyone in the back into a ball of entangles arms and legs. Kicking open the passenger door with a freshly rocked mag in his Galil, Dempsey made towards a two meter tall red machine, a cross on top of it with a hearty, forties era jingle playing from it.

"What the fuck is that?" Dutch yelled after Dempsey.

"It's Juggernog!"


It went down like a sweet holiday drink to Rock, and a twisted drink to Revy. Though the effects were immediately noticeable. The absurd nutritional contents on the back felt a little less absurd here, with 400 grams of protein being the highlight of what Revy had read from this chemically engineered beverage. The way Richtofen explained it was the scientists in his group mixed various compounds to create enhancement drinks - some of which affected your body, and some of which did not.

She felt like a brick house, and Revy could see it in everyone else's eyes that they felt the same way. Veins bulged from her arms that were otherwise covered by her poor eating habits, and the same could be said for everyone else there. Even Benny and Rock looked like they'd gained a little muscle from drinking that concoction. Dutch didn't waste time hitting the accelerator, though, making haste towards this power plant.

As they rounded a corner left, the one thing they didn't take into account were the Russians not holding out. In fact, it looked like their abode was damn near the epicenter of this outbreak. This was made imminently apparent when a steady thump thump accompanied the vehicle as it began to run down walking corpses en masse. Braking, Dutch tried to get into reverse with little success.

"Fuck!" Tank shouted, unloading his Galil in a fully automatic spray in front of him and through the window. He could hear the rest of them dumping rounds into the increasingly aggressive horde. Dutch had turned, crawling through the back viewport and into the truck bed as the undead were trying to claw their way through the windows.

Chucking the Galil through the viewport, Dempsey ripped one of his two M1911A1's and punched two rounds into a zombie's skull who'd come into his door's window. To his left, one of them were already trying to climb into the cab. Placing the barrel of his sidearm to its skull, Dempsey pulled the trigger, rocking its head back and blowing its brains out. Tumbling through the viewport, he shoved the handgun into its holster.

As Dempsey reloaded his Galil, he shouted; "We can't go that fucking way! We'll have to go around!"

Revy pitched a magazine into the floor of the truck bed, then another. "The alley to our right leads right to the maintenance shacks! It's tight, but it's our best bet!"

Dutch slid his Remington out of the viewport and shouldered it, moving to the rear of the truck. "Well I'm not waiting here to become bait! Let's fucking go!" Dropping the truck bed, he jumped to the asphalt, punching a shot shell point blank into a zombie's skull. Right behind him came Takeo, slashing two heads clean off their necks with deadly strokes. Revy practically had to shove Rock and Benny down with them, but without delay, the group tumbled into the street and down the alley, guns blazing and running low.

Slipping a grenade from his bandolier, Dempsey pulled the pin and chucked it at the horde of undead following them. The final one in, he shut the maintenance entrance's door. Nikolai and Dutch were readily shoving a shelf in front of the door, toppling it as the grenade went off. Drawing his handguns, Dempsey exhaled sharply, turning to examine the room.

"Well," He began, audibly elated, "We found the fuckin' box."

The group turned to meet his eyes. Sure enough, a long, wooden box set on top of some concrete stilts. Question marks that glowed gold covered the top and sides, with pictures of a familiar lighthouse and other lands across it. A blue light shimmered from it, like an essence, phasing through the ceiling to mark its location. Placing his hand on the lid of the box, Dempsey felt himself grin.

Something shot it open, and Dempsey stepped back to witness a new arsenal of weapons rapidly fly about his eyes. Takeo, Richtofen, and Nikolai watched with mild interest, while Lagoon Company watched with bewilderment. "Fuckin' A," Revy commented, "This day just keeps getting worse."

As the combined forces of Lagoon Company and this new crew sorted themselves with new weapons, Richtofen extracted both book and device from his bag. A book he'd found in that Japanese facility, and the Vrill device from the temple. Opening the book, he began to find the pages slowly being re-scribed, like every time they shifted to a new realm, or dimension. Not that they'd know, or would survive to, but Edward had gone down a completely unearthed route now.

The book was telling Richtofen what to do, as it always had.

A sly grin came across the doctor, and a belting laugh emerged as he shut the book, sliding both it and the device back into his bag.

Dempsey now faced Richtofen, a USAS-12 Automatic Shotgun in his hands. Dempsey recognized that look, sighing; "Oh fuckin' hell. Doc, what do we gotta do now?"

With a laugh, Richtofen produced a shake of his head, sliding his hand over the box to allow its erection. As the tune played, Richtofen looked among his comrades.

"A blood sport, my friends, is in order!"

Though the Lagoon crew looked confused, Dempsey sighed something disdainful. "That either means we gotta kill a bunch of freaks, or make a sacrifice. And Doc knows, but won't fuckin' tell us I bet."

"Jajajaj! Dempsey you know me so well! Now get your guns!"

The box sprang open, and in his observation, Richtofen noted that Takeo had received a new weapon - the G28 Marksman Rifle, and Nikolai now holds an Sn-Vityaz submachine gun. Turning, Richtofen dropped a coin into the box, and it immediately responded by granting Richtofen a red, almost toyish looking weapon. The Ray Gun. Calibrating the dial on the left, Richtofen hummed a tune as he joined his three comrades.

"Get your shit, we gotta go," Dempsey prompted. "Gonna be weird, just fuckin' do it.

Dutch gave his shotgun to Benny, who just examined it and the flak jacket that was once belonged to Dutch. As he strapped it on, Dutch flipped the box open, waiting patiently as it cycled through its weapons. An RPK-16, fully equipped with Russian specs like drum mags, sight, and bipod finally stopped before him. Gripping it, a sudden weight came upon his torso as a chest rig designed for the weapon appeared on him, loaded with five of the 90 round drum magazines it came equipped with. Laughing triumphantly, he walked off as Revy approached it.

A similar process came over it, but what Revy received confused everyone. It looked similar to the gun Richtofen got, but there were two of them, and one was blue. Grabbing each weapon from the box, she weighed them in her hands as odd, disc like power cells strapped themselves to a bandolier across her torso,

"What the fuck are these?"

"Those," The doctor started, "Are Wave guns. Use zhem well, because they are very powerful."

Revy didn't feel like asking why she immediately knew to slide the red's muzzle into the blue's rear, then lock them in place. She waved the iron sight over the toppled items to their left as Rock trudged his way over to the box. Sighing, the tie wearing Japanese man flipped the box open. Separating the Wave guns, Revy watched expectantly... Then began to laugh as Rock plucked a concealed carry weapon from the box.

"Some revolver? Guess it's better than nothing." Rock complained, receiving a quick elbow from Revy. "Hey, you better keep that shit on you, boy."

Richtofen stepped between the group as a whole, clearing his throat among the rising sounds of the undead closing in. "The first step is turning on the power. And then, assemble under the main plant mast to perform the ritual. It will... Vacate us from this realm."

Without any more words, The Doctor turned to the access door leading into the plant, kicking it open and pooling out with Tank, Nikolai, and Takeo. The Lagoon crew followed shortly after.