A/N: IMPORTANT: So, last chapter... I kinda messed up. I think I worded things pretty badly, so allow me to clarify some things.
1. When I was talking about zombies being sentient I kinda forgot about La Croix's little group. However, to my knowledge, they couldn't disobey the Necromancer herself, which technically means they have limited free will. So, yeah... I screwed up the wording on that one... Oops.
2. Alice can turn hostile pretty easy in part 1. For example: if you leave her in the forest, she kills you. I do acknowledge that she was a bit ooc. That one's my fault. I'm not great at this.
Without further ado, let's begin.
One of the priests at Ilias temple stared through the window, gazing at the ominous dark cloud that was enveloping the sky. He was a short man, barely reaching five feet in height. His skin was pale, and wrinkled. Wisps of grey hair clung to his head in a way that was not dissimilar to how snow would cling to the ground, trying not to melt in the spring's heat.
He was not immaculately dressed, sporting a simple cloth shirt, along with pants of the same make, as well as some leather sandals. Small, rounded spectacles sat on his nose, completing the old man look.
He sighed, and shook his head. One of the gaurds to his left noticed this.
"Father Johnson, is something the matter?" Asked the gaurd.
"A storm is brewing, young man." Said the priest. "And I have a feeling it isn't natural."
"Could it be monster related?" Asked the gaurd, a small hint of fear in his voice.
"I don't know, but we should have the whole town on aler-" Father Johnson was cut off, as a deafening crack of thunder reverberated through the air, shaking the temple.
"Go! Warn the town!" He shouted.
The gaurd sprinted out of the room, yelling for the other gaurds.
Father Johnson knelt down, praying to Ilias for the safety of the town.
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Lightning flashed across the sky, startling Luka. He sighed, trying his hardest to fall asleep.
Alice had decided to follow him, and he couldn't get rid of her. He didn't really know what to think of her.
His mind wandered back to the creature from earlier. Just what manner of being was it? Alice freaked out when she saw him. At first, when he spoke, Luka had hoped it to be a reasonable being.. However, after hearing him so casually dismiss the Lamia's suggestions, citing his reason as being "not his problem", all possible goodwill had vanished.
Alice quickly dispatched of him afterwards. Luka was awed at her fighting prowess, and promised to himself to do better.
Lightning flashed again, followed by rolling waves of thunder.
He peeked his head out of his tent. Alice was curled around a tree, sleeping soundly despite the violent storm.
Luka was about to go back into his tent, when another flash of lightning assualted his senses. However, this one seemed to be much closer than the others.
He just hoped the forest hadn't caught fire.
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Some people say luck doesn't exist. Perhaps it does, and perhaps it doesn't. There's no way to prove or disprove either argument.
However, this could be considered pretty good proof to luck's existence.
The lightning bolt had just so happened to strike a particular tree, electrocuting a particular person's body, reviving them.
They jumped foward, somehow slipping off the tree limb during their convulsions.
After a while, the convulsions stopped. The person, now caked in mud, slowly got up.
Now, let's get back to the normal point of view.
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I'M ALIVE?!
As the electricity coursed through me, questions swirled through my brain at rapid speed. How was I here? How was I not dead? And, most importantly, how was I moving?
Hadn't Alice essentially pulverized my bones to dust? And hadn't she impaled me on a tree limb?.
I checked the area through which I was speared by the branch. To my shock, the hole was slowly closing. I watched in sick fascination as my flesh slowly knitted itself back together.
It didn't change my appearence any. I was still a rotting bag of flesh and bones, but hey, regeneration!
Good to know I could take hits without care.
I sighed, and slumped against the tree. The wet ground made an audible squelch as I sat down.
What was I going to do? I'd just made enimies of the two main characters! I wasn't about to side with Ilias. I may not have known much about MGQ, but I knew she was bad news. She was the main villan, after all.
My musings were interrupted as I heard the soft movements of someone wading through the bushes.
I snapped my head towards the noise. Now, I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I can tell you, that a prepubescent Slime girl was not it.
Her eyes widened when she saw my face. She shrieked, and turned to flee.
"Wait!" I yelled, dashing over to her.
I stopped in front of her. She yelped, and went to go in another direction, but I blocked her again.
She stopped, and looked up at me with fearful eyes. She was on the verge of tears. I cringed internally when I noticed that.
Great, my face makes children cry.
I kneeled down, and patted her on the head. It felt weird, like touching jello.
"It's alright. I'm not gonna hurt you." I said, trying to sound comforting. That was really difficult when you had the vocal chords of a dead man who'd been trapped under water for several years. I think I did a good job, considering that fact.
She looked up at me, and sniffled.
"R-really?" She asked, hesitant to speak.
"Really." I said, attempting to sound friendly.
She was silent for a moment, before asking: "What's wrong with your face?"
"It's... a skin disease." I lied. "In fact, my mask is around here somewhere.."
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted it. Quickly, I picked it up, and put it back in its rightful place.
I turned to her. She was gazing off in a random direction, her eyes showing her fear.
"What is it, kid?" I asked.
"A b-bad man attacked my m-mommy!" She yelled. "She told me to run, so I did!"
My eyes widened. Someone did what?
I was not going to let that stand.
"Okay, where did you run from?" I asked.
The direction she pointed in was dense with plantlife. If I strained my eyes, I could see a campfire in the distance. My eyes narrowed.
"Okay, what's your name?" I asked her.
"M-my mommy calls me Sam." She said.
"Okay, Sam." I said. "I'll be back. Stay here. If some more bad men come, hide."
"Okay." She said. "But wait! What's your name?"
I thought for a moment, before deciding what to tell her.
"Call me Jason."
With that, I stomped towards the campfire, my body trembling with rage.
A/N: Done with that chapter. Hope you enjoy. Wrote it in the span of an hour at around 4 A.M.
I should go to sleep.