"Lady Sylvanas! The felhounds are rampaging!" "We can't call them back!" "Lady Windrunner!" The warlocks were panicking. Eventually, this is going to tie back to one single individual. "Lady Wi-!"
"SILENCE!" I called. The panicked undead froze, and slowly formed ranks in front of me. "DO any of you know where they're going to?"
"I believe the Other World, ma'am." I can't believe this. There was really only one way I'm going to fix this to Warchief Garrosh's appeasement once it reaches him.
"Round up a turning party, and bring extra soldiers. Claim the building Jaeques is in last, provided that he's alive. If he is, bring him here, but don't stop turning until I've commanded so," I ordered. This was going to be at least halfway interesting, but only halfway since I can't leave until I've got the okay from His Brutalness.
The warlocks went about to build up both a suitable squad and get prepared for this accidental invasion.
Without a real thing to do, I started to dial Jaeques' contact code until I realized that if I did, I couldn't punish him until he got back and he'd just label it as "yet another lecture".
Where was the other two? Where was Sai and where was my Second-Champion Ash? I hope that I didn't need them.
I must have been one of those lucky fellows who die without dying and go to heaven, entering the building because there was no obstructions between me and the two girls wrestling on the floor, one trying to undress the other.
I instantly had my cell on silence and snapped a pic of them, silently and sent it to my pals god know where. I silenced my cell and went into video mode. Finding a place for my phone to where I believed it would get most of the action, I placed it there and pressed record. I moved to a place near the doors where I could get a good view, and although I didn't get involved, I got enough that my friends would've almost murdered to be me.
Mere seconds later, the younger of the two, a dark-haired gothic loli, had removed the older red-head's shirt and was trying to get her own undone, while the red-head was slowly moving away. But the moment the young girl's shirt and skirt came off, she recaptured the older girl and continued to strip her.
And it just got better from there, until I unknowingly fell asleep.
As I awoke from such a good nap, three things clicked in my head and made me leap and run like hell.
First, the girls had left, and had discovered me sleeping, so they had given me a key to a room. That's when I realized this is a hotel. I guess I was too distracted.
Second, and out of all the most important to me, the phone that captured the action. I picked it up and found, within three seconds, that it wasn't discovered by the two, but was also out of battery. It died in my hands, still capturing video.
The third was the undead and demons. Which upon remembering said thought, I ran for the stairs to the floor the room the key was supposed to go to was on, which was #603. I never appreciated Gym class more in my entire life.
Upon stepping on the second floor landing, I heard the first zombie to crash through the glass of the doors to the hotel. Third floor, fourth, fifth, Sixth! Upon reaching the sixth floor I needed a breather, which then a noise noted that they had started on the second floor.
Walking now, I came across the two girls from earlier, dozing in each other's arms, mostly dressed. And guess what, my room was right there. I opened the door and dragged the older of the two, and with great effort, lifted her onto the far bed. Taking a quick break, I wondered what then. Once I got the girls into the room, what was I going to do? I doubt if I did something bad to them now I'd be punished as an undead, but they were so beautiful…
NO. I shook that thought away before I fully convinced myself. Granted I've only cared for that stuff on occasion, using their sleep to my advantage in that particular fashion would make me a criminal, even if I didn't live.
I walked back to the young girl, taking one more look at the older girl. If it were a different situation, we could have… Damn it. I am not going to say that stupid line because I am not going down, ever. I'd die before… damn it!
Turning back to the girl, I found a man wearing robes that were, no matter how you look at or explain it, Occultist or Warlock regalia. Mainly purple with green runes at the trim, he was completely covered except his hands, which was mutilated to the bone.
"Umm… Could I…?" I said, trying to talk.
"Sure, you need help?" he said, in a gruff, deep voice. I couldn't speak. If you weren't counting the cult of Twilight and Sparkly Vamps, he defined every stereotype of Occultist besides KOS (Kill on Sight for those who aren't aware). Right there was .the best example of an Awkward Silences, so much so, it was tipped with a dose of fear.
"Y-yeah," I squeaked out, trembling with fear.
"I look like a villain?" he asked, half rhetorically, before motioning me to lift her up. No. Fricking. Duh.
"Very much, sir," I said automatically. "Almost like an Occultist or a Warlock." I really can't shut up when I'm scared. I lifted her body, and the man supported her head.
"Two floors," the man said suddenly.
"Two Flo-" A loud crash from the fourth floor reminded me of the threat of Zombies. "Right.:" Placing the girl on the redhead but away from the edge, I sat on the other bed and relaxed. Closing the door, the man walked to my side.
"Boy, you're right about me partially. I'm a Warlock, but I don't want these monsters taking everything they could, so could you turn around and take off your shirt so I could apply the Anti-Zombiefication seal to your back?" the man asked.
Like I was spring-loaded, I bounced from my sitting position to standing against the wall. "What?"
"Please allow me to put an anti-Zombiefication seal-"
"I know that, but… why would you not support the undead more?"
"Because they don't need everything they can get. Lets put this in another situation: If I sit by and let this happen, then what would I be left with? A lot of cadavers and a poorly lit basement," He told me.
"Right," I said. But I wasn't going to trust this guy entirely just yet. "But if you want to apply it on me, I want you to put it on them first. By the way, what is your name?"
The man paused, looking down, pondering the situation. After a moment, he looked back at me. "Jaeques, Jaeques Mytklr. What's yours, boy?" Jaeques said, moving toward the two girls.
"Winston. Winston Charles," I said, despite it not being my real name. Hell, I'd even love to have that as my real name.
I adverted my eyes as he lifted the younger girl and took off her shirt. My phone was dead, and I had left the charger at home, obviously not knowing this was happening. I looked back at what Jaeques was doing, and he had just started on the older girl. Without a job to do, I sat down on the first bed again.
Soon, Jaeques shifted on the bed. "Your turn, Winston."
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, taking off my shirt. I felt the man's cold fingers as they applied the seal that would apparently save me from Zombiefication.
Suddenly, I had a chilling thought. "Umm… Jaeques. How are you going to save yourself? Teach me the seal and have me apply it to you?" I asked.
No response. He muttered the chant under his breath, though I could barely hear him at all through the noise from the floor below.
Crash. Scream. Bang. Silence. It was like a murder. Except it was a pandemic. A zombie apocalypse. Except combined with military-like style. A zombie military if you will.
Funny how stuff in Hollywood is only made for money, smiles and cheer. Man, Reality really sucks.
"My Dark Mistress, it seems that you have struck a gold mine of new recruits for the Horde," Warchief Garrosh Hellscream noted, as nearly half the theatre was crowded with fresh undead, half-ignoring my presence.
"Yes, thanks to an advance scout that may have made it back already," Lady Sylvanas told him. "Maybe he's gone back to help secure the front lines."
"If I may interrupt," an Apothecarian said, loaded with supplies for a portable lab. "Shall I send the okay to finish up on the Other side?"
"Are you trying to make a joke?" Lady Sylvanas asked. "Do I really need to tell you everything? Of course you can finish up on your side."
"Yes, my Lady," the Apothecarian said, before scurrying away with his lab supplies.
"May I ask how you are conducting this invasion?" the Warchief asked.
"We are turning them on their side so there is little delay before they're turning their own."
"Do you need some of my troops?" Warchief Hellscream asked. It was not a yes/no question.
"In the future, but they can be prepared now."
"Before we send some troops onto the undead front, we also need to check some of your equipment. So if you don't mind…"
The Dark lady, obviously displeased, bit her tongue for the sake of possible rest. Even if she didn't like it, the Strength of the Orcs was still superior to the strength of the Forsaken, and she still needed their support.
"Sai, you are not needed for this. Locate Ashlian and occupy yourselves for a time," the Dark Lady told me. Finally, some relaxation time. I stretched my wings and flew off in search of the Lady Ash. Things are getting somewhat repetitive.