A/N: I'm back. I didn't expect anyone to see this. Anyways, let's go.
"…WHAT THE FUCK?" I roared.
My face was rotten. It was a sick hue of purplish-black. Bone was exposed around my left eye socket, and my entire left cheek was gone, save for a sliver of flesh that was probably once part of my lips.
My reflection also revealed things on my body that, otherwise I wouldn't have seen.
Through the tattered holes in my clothes, I could see more rotten flesh. My ribcage was exposed as well. Most of the flesh on my hands and forearms was gone, showing the bone underneath.
I rounded on Alice.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?" I screamed.
"I've done nothing to you." Alice stated.
"THEN WHY AM I LIKE THIS?!" I screamed, louder than the last time.
"Obviously, you were raised from the dead by a necromancer." Alice replied.
I paused at that, confused at what she just said.
"I was raised from the dead? By who?" I asked, confused.
Alice facepalmed.
"That's what I've been asking you!" She yelled.
Oh, right.
"God, I'm stupid." I groaned.
"You just figured that out?" Alice snarked. "Seriously, how did you not realize you were a zombie?"
She tossed me onto the ground, thankfully, with much less force then the last time she sent me ragdolling a few minutes ago.
"I think we already covered my stupidity today." I muttered.
Alice sighed. She was silent for a moment, before continuing her line of questioning from earlier.
"If you didn't know you were a zombie, and you don't know who resurrected you, then how did you even get here in the first place?" She asked.
"I kinda just… Woke up here." I said sheepishly. "I don't remember how I got here."
Her eyes narrowed at that.
I simply shrugged in response.
"…Anyways, you're nothing like other zombies." Alice said.
"I would like to think so." I muttered.
Yeah, being on the same level as a zombie would be pretty bad.
"You seem fully sentient, which, for zombies, is pretty much impossible." She continued, ignoring me.
I sorta tuned her out at one point. Specifically, it was around the time she started talking about what zombies eat. Dear lord, that was gross. What the hell is wrong with this world?!
Seriously, who made it so that a zombie's main source of food was… well, you know.
Thankfully, I don't have to sustain myself with such indecent things… I hope.
I zoned out, basically ignoring everything she said. I kinda forgot she was talking at all, until she grabbed me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Did… did you just completely ignore me?" She growled.
"…Would you be mad if I said yes?" I asked.
She sighed, swearing under her breath.
"A sentient zombie is a really concerning thought. I am going to take you to get looked at by one of my subordinates." Alice said.
"…You see, that sentence has many implications," I said, warily. "And, frankly, I don't like any of them."
Alice facepalmed again, with way more force used compared to last time.
"You idiot. Nobody wants to touch you like that." Alice said.
"That's… not at all what I meant." I said. "But hey, you just basically stomped on the remains of my confidence, so… rude."
Alice sighed.
"I just want her to take a look at you, and maybe figure out how you work." She explained.
"Are zombies that rare?" I asked.
"No. However, a sentient zombie…" She trailed off. "That's basically impossible."
I idly noticed that she never asked for my permission. This made me pretty annoyed, to be honest. And on top of that, she still hadn't clarified what she planned to do to me. I was not about to be dissected just because I can think. I'm already essentially a walking corpse, so I'd like not to be cut up more than necessary.
"I will not be an experiment for you to poke and prod at." I growled.
Alice sighed, louder than last time.
"Imagine the destruction a necromancer could cause with an army of undead that could actually make decisions, rather than mindlessly following orders." She said.
"I don't care." I said, less than a second after she finished talking.
Alice sneered at me.
"So you would rather have countless lives die, instead of going with me to be examined?" She questioned, anger dripping into her voice.
"Not my problem." I said, apathetic to the hypothetical situation.
I watched Alice's face contort into a visage of disgust and hate.
"Do you know how many lives could be lost? If we don't figure out how you're sentient, we can't make counters to it! Do you truly not care?" She seethed.
"Not really, no." I said flatly. "I don't see the problem with smart zombies."
The air around her seemed to sizzle as her rage climbed to dangerous levels.
"Zombies can't change tactics unless ordered to by a necromancer! Do you know why?" She asked, continuing before I could answer. "Because they're mindless! They can be raised from the dead with ease, and they're pretty strong compared to most people! They're only easy to fight because they can't adapt without help! If they were given the intelligence to make decisions and adapt to a situation, it would be catastrophic!" She exploded.
She continued her tirade without giving me a chance to make a counterpoint.
"They could turn against their masters! If that happened, there'd be an uncontrollable army of sentient undead! They could wipe out entire nations!" Alice screamed.
"So…? You seem powerful. Couldn't you just wipe them all out?" I asked.
Despite my lack of knowledge about this world, I knew Alice was incredibly powerful.
"That's not the point! Both humans and monsters would suffer casualties greater than ever before! Entire cities would be wiped out before anyone could make a dent in their forces!" She continued.
I was starting to get scared at her reactions. She seemed like she was about ready to kill me.
"You'd be able to stop them eventually. There are many types of monsters powerful enough to combat the zombies." I stated, trying my hardest not to expose the rising fear I felt inside.
In hindsight, that was a really stupid thing to say.
"It doesn't matter if it could be stopped. Countless people would die regardless." She said, her voice growing cold. It lost the heated rage, but was replaced with hard, frosty anger. She was calm, collected, and most assuredly about to knock my head off.
In an effort to make the situation less stressed, I replied with: "Well… You win some, you lose some."
That was not my smartest move.
Before I could comprehend my situation, I was hurling through the air at incredible speed, with an enraged Alice flying swiftly after me.
She caught up with me in mid-air, landing a vicious uppercut under my chin. My head snapped back, leaving me disoriented. This left me unable to form a defense, before she slammed me into the ground, leaving a pretty large crater.
Alice landed on top of me, landing blow after blow on my body. Several bones inside me shattered every time she landed a hit, leaving me immobile.
Finally, she threw me up onto a tree, where I was impaled by a branch. The world faded quickly from my eyes. Within a matter of minutes, I slipped into unconsciousness.
Alice took a moment to calm down, as she stared at the corpse of the creature. It was most assuredly dead, as there was no feeling of magic coming from it. She felt satisfied at the fact that no one could use it to create an army of sentient zombies. At least, not anymore.
After a moment, she left, following the scent of that purple-haired boy.
Little did Alice know, however, that it was going to storm that night.
A/N: This isn't the end. It's only just begun.
I don't think there were any sentient zombies in MGQ. There were intelligent ones, sure, but they weren't smart enough to be sentient. I don't think any zombies could turn against the necromancer who created them, but I could be very wrong. It's been a while since I played through it.
Hope you enjoyed this.