Chapter 11: Hallelujah, Zombie! has Risen

AN: This is a violent chappie so just warning you.

Sophia Loren and Bella Black pushed their feelers around in the dark, groping like a married couple in a dark room. Hopeless air compressed their lungs from all sides as they began to claustrophobe. Panic raced through their minds as though it were one type of neuropathology.

Bella Black and Sophia Loren held a pair of hands together to prevent separation. Bella Black suddenly stumbled upon the something which was on the floor where she had placed her right side leg. Stumbled she into another region, no Sophia Loren to hand her in the right direction.

"Sophia Loren!" she screamed in the oppression darkness, her eyes spinning in their sockets in a desperate attempt like a telescope whose goal was to approximate the position of Sophia Loren's paste-colored, sagging face. Bella Black began to run in many directions until she fell down upon some form of thing.

Bella Black could not determine the genre of the body she had stumbled across. She felt it up and found its mummified face. "Sophia Loren?" asked Bella Black, wondering. She pressed her hands upon the face, and it did not yield. She stretched at the skin, but it did not stretch. The mummified face was not Sophia Loren's. It had a police hat upon its brim. Bella felt down the lumpy corpse until she found the police utility belt. "Flashlight!" she screamed, and flashed it on.

Then she zoomed her flashlight about like a light house, and found Sophia Loren. "You're alright!"

"Where have you been?" Sophia asked smoothly through her drooping, plump lips. She pursed the two members in consternated frustration, and they glistened in the flashlight circle like a bright red beetle.

The noise from the last chapter suddenly noised again. It was unto a howl and a yell, yetsomewhere in between.

The flashlight moved its limits in a swerve, and the end of the parabolic arc flashed across the scene. It illuminated the wall behind the left of Sophia Loren's head, raced along in a straight line and then jumped out from the intersection of its ray with one of the pillars, throwing up a shadow on the wall, before moving back to the wall and then continuing to race, though this time with a tad of a slant. It illuminated various disco portraits:

"'Dance, Dance until you Die!'

Disney's "Hocus Pocus"-themed dance!

This Friday, July 15th 2031 at 8:00 PM... police only.

Make sure to bring your black flame candle!"

and

"Don't forget- safety first! Always have a dance partner, and watch your drinks."

and

"Closed this next week for World War 3 Day!"

The flashlight finally returned to a blank wall space, then another pillar, and then it illuminated the source of the noise. Leah Clearwater was barely distinguishable from her face as it used to be. Her skin flaked off in great sheets. Her clothes were ripped from various directions- side-to-side, up-to-down, some slantways. She still had a nose but this time it was sort of like a hole, and her eyes were a milky white, like a cereal bowl filled with milk but not yet filled with cereal. Her hair remained the color of chocolate. She appeared hispanic or vaguely aboriginal. Maybe Native American. It was parted in the middle, and fell to her shoulders on either side of her face. She appeared to be in her late thirties or early forties. Her eyebrows were placed above the left eye and the right eye respectively, and were thin and archless. Bella observed that she had very full lips.

"Leah Clearwater?" Bella stated, "What is wrong? When you told me to warn Janisa De'Loreal via telephone that you were on her way, you did not appear in such distress."

"AwaaooooooOOOOOL!" the wolfish face howled. "Gar! Gar WOOOOOOOF! Grrr..."

Sophia Loren's voice was heard off to the side, "What is this trickery? Is she woman or she wolf?"

"She is both; I did not tell you, but there are vampires and werewolves in eternal angry state, and they fight for many years along," Bella Black intoned, gesticulating with all of her postures, "This is one such werewolf."

"Does she usually look so much like this crap?"

"No, this is not the case. She must be a Zombie now."

Suddenly Leah began to run towards Bella Black. Bella Black stumbled and walked over to Sophia. "We'll take her in a team fashion!"

"Stand back!" Sophia Loren commanded. And, from deep within her shawls a sword came slinking, all out of its sheath. The blade glistened with bloodlust.

Sophia thrust the think sword forward and Leah Clearwater danced backwards, pulling out another sword.

"I recognize that stinger there," said Bella Black. "It is a powerful weapon, so watch out for its power! Be extra careful, Sophia Loren!"

"Quickly, I must fight!" Sophia Loren espoused.

Leah Clearwater's zombie form battled to get at Sophia's loose skin, but Sophia thrust the blade and it glanced offward. The swords flashed back and forth in the gloom. It was just like in that one scene in Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back, where Luke and Vader are fighting in the place where Han Solo had its body placed in a metal block with steam, and then it was very gloomy of a fight.

Sophia thrust her sword forward again and again. At the last moment she pulled up the sword and it almost glanced Leah's face, but Leah backflipped away and then Sophia danced forward, her footwork barely sustaining the level of performance.

Leah moved forward and then moved her sword in such a way that it came near Sophia. Sophia lost a bit of her as the skin cut and some fluid blood leaked out loosely, like she was a balloon half-filled with curdled beet-colored custard that had been punctured by something sharp, maybe a kitchen knife.

Leah moved backwards and then she lifted her hand above her head and moved them so that they looked like an S, and then held the blade with the left hand, which was Sophia's right, and then she pulled downward and the air sizzled as the blade pushed insistently forward into Sophia's face. Sophia ducked, and only her hair was cut. She was slower. Her saggy skin was hindering her in the fight.

Leah whipped the blade around in a whipping motion and hacked at Sophia, but Sophia had her arms up and only the left arm was lost. With her other hand, Sophia pulled Leah's sword into her armpit, then she moved her sword and hacked at Leah's neck. Hack hack hack. Hack hack hack. It took many hits, because wolves have very strong necks. Then it snapped and Sophia smote Leah down upon the dance floor. The flashlight lay discarded, illuminating the scene. The binary ball refracted some of the light and it glistened down upon the zombified headless body of Leah.

Sophia Loren slowly lowered her sword arm. Her other arm was leaking blood down her side, but she did not seem to care, for victory was hers.

Then, with no warning, Leah's body grabbed her leg, and began to lift its sword.

"Run!" and they ran away, "This foe has beyond any of our skills!"

The door slammed shut as they ran away down the hallways, following the prism of light diffusing from the flashlight into the misty dark.

AN: Don't worry, Sophia doesn't need her arm because she is secretly (unbeknownst to her) part non-dead. Merry Christmas!