AN: Sarh once again with the continuation of oir saga. Sorry it's been a few days but after writing quite a few chapters in such a sm all time, i neededx a those days to gather my thougvhts and plot what was going to happpen next. So here it is guys. Please comment on how you think it's ging. I know people are reading my work but some input and also sugestions on what you may like to happeen next or at some point would be good.)

Chapter 7: an evil feeling

Mecha was awoken bu the screamig of somebody. That wazs odd she thought as most of the miners (the onecs wh han't died in the landslide of rotting corpse goo) had fled the mines that niht reasoning tht the starvation and mutatants of the cursed earth whre far prefereable to staying in a place were they may encounter another mass grave of decomosing cadavers or a any othe jusnk that may make the forst sitution worse. The place had been quiet that night apart fro. The fizzig noise Of the putrification slowly working its wayu into ground before the whole mass cagulated. Mecha had slumbered in piece, but now something was ruining thst.

"MY GARBAGE MINE! WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY FINE GARBAGE MINE?!" Fimore fearow was back, and the look of horror o his face told mecha that he knew his lively hood was over. He pinched his nose and gulped the bile down as he took in the damaged that a corpse sluge=de tidal wave down a pre nuclear war lan dfill could cause.

"My garbage sla...workers. Where are they?! I told them to sort this! To clean it out and dispose of it! He looked at the blood wave mark on mechas doors and opened her to find the dregs of limbs and squishy minced organs flosating around in a pool on her floor.

He felt his anger and helplesnesses explode.

"HAT HAPPENED HERE?!" HE YEELED, BESIDE HIMELF THAT THOSE UNGRATEFUL RATS WOUL ABANDON HIM AFTER ALL HE HAD DONE for them! His career was ruined, his property was ruined and the slaves he had spent his life collectin g to work for him had buttered off som where and he had no resources to find them. What was he going to do? He was destitute! He was poor! He was.. a commoner! He'd let out a shrieking yell which soon. Wen t silent.

Mecha crept it too. Something wrong was decending upon the trench- the feeling off utter fear and dread, ice and just utter orange. The very ground almond frosted over as the feeling apoproched. Mecha felt her breathe catch in her chest.

"I sssssmelll life." Came a hissing voice that chilled mecha to the bone. Filmore whimpredr as four figures came in to view. One had a huge helmet on that had bat wings sticking out of it and had a black cloak that looked like darth vader; one was wearing a sheeps skull and tail vertebrae; one was on fire from head to toe and the one speaking to them had half. Helmet, the craziest Byron ever and what looked like a raw chicken nailed to his shoulder..

"The crime is life., ther sentaence is de..." he began but stoped. The smell of the recently un annex corpse meat was obviously too overpowered even for the lord of death him self.

"Now that is pretty bad. Who dug up a grave?" Behind him , thee was a sudden stretching noise and vomit cascdesd out of ther sheeps skull and splatter on the floor with such force and volum e that the backsplash coated Mortis from head to toe. Judge death looked at him in disgust.

"MORRISSSSS! You're sssssuppossssed to be the lord of inducing boilssssssss and pessssstilence and yet your own conssssstitution is pathetic when it comes to bad smells!" A spray bottle marked "cillet bang" a[peared out of the air in judged deaths hand and he turned towards mortis. "Thisssss ssssssshould help." He said and sprayreed a liberal cloud of it at the vomiting judge.

"BLEURGEEEEEEEEEE!" Came a dull noise from somewhere in th esheeps skull and mortis flailed as a loud fizzing sound indicated that all the calcium deposit supon his Pearson where being eaten alive by barry Scotts mythical formulae. His clothing also started to disintergrate as it was so old and dirty. He called around trying to wipe it off, but it was no use. The dark judges looked on in disgust as the ovine skeleton loving judge dropped to the ground and started rubbing flesh bag corpse innards and glop all over him from a nearby pile of rotting body part in an effort to dilute the decalcifying effects. Whe n he eventually stood up, cogent thst he no longer could feel his Caracas dissolving, he resumed his place behind them looking menacing.

"You die now farrow." Judge death hissed, attempting to force his mystical hand through the mans chest. He soon pulled out a heart but farrow didn't flinch.

"N ot so fast mr. I have life insurance so you can't kill meeeee!" Filmore yelled and scooted death cursed and turned to look at the piles of body parts.

"Well boysssss. Maybe we can have some fun with thesessssssss" he grinned and took out a sewing box. He suddenly caught sight of judge morris who aooeared to be naked since the weight of the glop had pulled the last shreds of clothing off him. He stood their like a pus covered skeleton.

"Get sssssome clothesss on Morriis! " Seth commanded, plucking a dirty sack from the walls of the garbage mine and ripping a head hole and arms in it for him. Mortis tried to hide the look of shame on his face as he put it on by turning away, but he got the thing caught on a tooth and had to have judge fearful help him to correct it.

Judge death now turn ed towards mecha.

"What have we here?" He asked and examined her.

"Transport... just what we needed. And big enough for al of us... we just need a mount of some kind..." he loaded thread onto a needle and picked up a sever torso. Mecha watched in horror as the three judges constructed an abomination from the human remains like someone would make a soft oh out of scraps of fabric. A horrendous five torso, multiple arm and leg monster with one jawless skull was created and animated and lashed u to the front of mecha like some sort of human centipede monster and it started to pull her along.

"Right. Mortisssss, you sssssit on top and control hit. You sssssmell the worssssst and you are in Disgrace so up with you. We will travel in the back." Judge fear lashed up a set of reins to the human centipede thing and m Ortiz climbed up to the plume on mecha's head. The judges climbed into the chicken and mortis, looking sorry for himself in his pillowcase (ike Robby the house elf) shook the straps. The monster let out a blood curdling wail and started to undulate its body forwards like a wave, so that the tart moved jerkily at a very slow pace. Inside, the three judges waited, glad to be away from mortis: his very eing was the embodyet of pestilence and disease and the silly bang that death had sprayed on him was causeing a dsisturbance in his very concept of existance, giving off a strange aura that was very uncomfortable for the other Juergen to be around. "Maybe it wass a misssstake ssssspraying him." Said death. Judge fear laughed. "We always wanted some reason to keep him away... personally I'm glad. His lice annoy me. For some reason they can"t be feared."

Mecha for once was not happy at all with her current load. These men were giving off a wrong feeling and she ws unable to enjoy the feeling of being full. She just wanted them to leave her alone. And as for the thing pulling her along... everything in her screamed at the un aturalness of it and the sight of the mangled, rotting frankensteined body bits made her metal crawl. She was fed up of the slow pace it made them move, so she decided to hurry it up, holding that the men would get to their destination and leave her sooner. She started rolling forawrds under her own steam, forcing the thing to squeal and move faster. She forced her axels to rotate as fast as possible and they sped up, the creature raft along as fast as it's mismached legs and hands would carry it.

They came to the outskirts of the city and they parked mecha inside an old warehouse. The monster could not be left on its own as even the dark judges didn"t know what the thin g was capable of. So they tied it's body in half and bodily dragged it around the back of mecha, where it took three of them (not including judge fire) to have it into the back of her and slamm the doors. They then left and headed towards the city.

Mecha felt scars. The creature was wrong and mushy, covered in rotting material that oozed consistently. It was making a horrendous noise and thrashing around in the back of her. She tried to expel it, but her doors ahd been wedged shut with something and the lock would not budge. She was stuck! She couldn't get the hideous thing out of her1 every party of her felt the wrongness of something dead being brought b ack to life. She thought she would die with the trauma and ill feeling, but of course that would never happen to a thing made of metal. As it thrashed around inside her, felt a twinge of something familiar. She tried to resist it, but the fast was that the monster was huge, heaven... and thrashing against her walls. She felt that pang of stimulation as it hit the walls old her, one two, thumping and colliding with every inch of her. It was wrong... disgusting... but it felt so right! She hate herself for enjoying it, but it was difficult when it was satrtign. To get her excited. The creature was so distressed that it s thrashing caused mecha to rock on her axels, left, right , left right. All of a sudden, the straps must have given way as their was a suddenly almighty bang and the feature was able to straighten up as its bonds broke, unfolding it's body and colliding it's skull with one of mechas sides. She gave a cluck as the force caused her to pivot over nd her side hit the floor. This was new and exciting she thought, as the creature now had more movement to cause waves and besides, she'd never had this on her side before. She liiked the weightlessness on her axels and she continued rocking with the motion ans the thing kicked, punched and wriggled with such force that she was sure she wasn't far off climax. She managed to rock herself to aggravate the thing further, resulting in even more thrashing and pummelling.

And then it happened. As the pleasure pushed her over the edge, she felt a totally different sensation- a plebe of wrongness, rightness and dark pleasure. And then. Something un respected happened:

The human centiped exploded with the aura of her pleasure, causing an out of this eWorld feeling as the decomposoting flesh glopped all inside her,

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The gate opened and the farmer walked forwards, feeling the wing on her sweaty skin for the first time in several moths. She took the plastic bag of belongings from the judge and stepped out into the stret. It was busy and strange vehicular zoomed up the street, threatening to run. Her over if she tried to cross. Everything was so noisy, but s he thought she could check the hotels for Mikhail. And so her search could finally continue.

AN: there you go guys, the next escap. Please enjoy and comment CEO i can see what yo thin k. )