Army of the Damned

VOLUME 8 Chapter 1

"For such a powerful and advance military in a fantasy world, the United Nations is surely fucking dumb. Who's the player leading them? I swear, another blackout and I'll be throwing mines at the nearby army base. Really, who let these players have so much power and control when they can't even properly manage a city? I swear, some of them have to be kids playing adults with their aged avatars."

Inserting a bronze coin into a vending machine out in the middle of a roadside stop in the forest, surrounded by mountains and the only proof of humanity, the road and the dimly lit vending machine accompanied by a pair of weathered tables and chairs. The young man was about to press the button for "Condensed Milk" when a bloodied gloved hand picked the Milk for him. Shivers are sent to his spine as he could feel heavy breathing from a tall person behind him. The Asian avatar of the player turns around and is met with a tall vampiric woman wearing a frilly purple gothic dress, full of blood and her face and golden hair tainted by it. The woman nonchalantly takes the milk and starts chugging it down.

"I'd leave if I were you."

The woman looks down on her mangled body, devoid of its beautiful complexion and waist line, with a large hole on it from getting shot with a Barrett and the milk spilling out of her large wound. Without question, the guy runs to his Toyota and scoots it out of the road as three vampires land around her. Throwing snow everywhere, from the violent landing.

"Pwah! Good drink, now. To continue our charade."

The three vampires are equally bloodied and wounded. Their bodies scratched and bleeding as it slowly heals from the amount of damage the Queen has unleashed upon them, Even though Elizabeth herself is just as severely wounded as them, she turned around, facing them and stood tall to her title as the Ancient Vampire Queen.

Panting heavily with a bruised pretty face and slouched down as her free hand held her left arm from completely falling to the ground, Havannah couldn't believe her eyes as the Queen still managed to smile and look even giddy from all the damage she took. "I guess they didn't make you Queen for nothing huh." She attaches her arm back and lounges at her.

Inside Alana's office and sitting next to her is looking at the pile of paper she has to work through. He himself is also working on his own pile, mostly reports and updates from the UN and the units that's under him. Even though he is still in Pajamas, he couldn't be more out of bounds with work and his mind, wandering from looking at so much text.

"Alana, how in the heck are you not bored yet? Looking at these papers makes me wanna cry. Argh! What's taking them so long? If the Queen is out there genociding some poor schmucks, I'll fire someone."

"Why? Is it that bad M'Lord? The Doctor said you have to rest as much as you can."

"Yes it's super bad, looking at all of these statistics, we're overstretched and undermanned already. Most players aren't signing up for the service and so, we're forced to replace them with the skeletons which aren't really known for their immense intellect nor durability."

"Even then, you should still have the upperhand with your machines and vehicles. It can't be that bad."

"Oh it is. Looking at the updated map, we've reached Vitas' borders and we still have no sight of the proper army and it's still just a bunch of proxies like the Rogues. Their smart, looks like the appearance of their King once is all it took for him to know how to slow us down."

"King Nergal isn't to be reckoned with, and this is proof of it. To think he managed to bring you to your knees even with all of your technology... and he hasn't even sent his proper army, correct? M'Lord, I think you need to do this like how we do it."