Zombie Movie

It was an honest to goodness zombie. Poor soul looked like he had starved to death with how thin its body was but that made it all the easier for Mamoru to shake his leg free and get back on his feet. From the arcade, several more shambling foes emerged. He pulled the bag free and pulled the sword out.

Hikari chimed in with a trembling voice. This is disgusting. At first, he thought it was from fear, but it seemed just as possible to be from anger. Mamoru didn’t have time to ask. He took a few steps back as the one from the sewer pulled itself up.

“What is this?” he said as he glanced to his bike. Yamiko was no longer sitting on his bike. She wasn’t even on the ground any longer. Still in a seated position, and still trying to straighten her hair, she floated about the same height as the arcade sign in the air.

“Ohohoho, you are totally going to try to fight after all!”

I told you she was a witch!

“I didn’t realize you meant it as anything but an insult! You could have been clearer!”

The sewer zombie swung lunged. A backstep and a slash put a nasty cut through its chest, but the attack did nothing to stop the pursuer. Mamoru switched his footing and brought his blade downward. The advantage of it not being smart was no attempts to dodge. He tore through the head down to the chest and pulled his sword free.

The zombie continued to step forward, the wound seeming to seal back up. All the while Hikari laughed from the air above. Mamoru leapt further back. The other zombies were beginning to advance, and he would soon be surrounded.

The street in front of the arcade was a narrow one, just big enough for two cards to pass by one and not bang their mirrors into each other. With each step, Mamoru moved away from the arcade on one side, and closer to boarded up buildings on the other. He was running out of space fast, and chances of escaping into a building were slim if everything was sealed tight enough.

You have to attack the puppeteer, slash her real good!

“You think I don’t know that? Unless you have a way to hit a target in the air, we are screwed.”

You can’t throw a spell at her?

Hikari’s comment was obviously from someone old enough to remember when magic was more prevalent, when it was said everyone could use it even in a minor way, but he didn’t have time to cover how much the world had changed since she was sealed away.

The sewer zombie tried to lunge again. Mamoru easily sidestepped it and kicked the sad creature to the ground. The others were creeping ever so close and beginning to fan out. He counted five now that were getting far too near for his liking. This set did not resemble the first, wearing decent looking clothing and being magnitudes larger. They almost appeared to have been from some of the gangs given some of the tattoos, but he didn’t have enough time to look in detail.

Then what about those gun things? The last time someone had procession of this sword they complained that those were more efficient.

Mamoru shook his head. He didn’t have time to explain how impractical advice that was. He wasn’t sure he knew how to aim a gun anyway.

He burst forward, opting to run through the opening between two of the shambling ghouls before they could react. He slashed the arm off one while passing for good measure. Spinning on his heels, he faced their backs and pointed the sword at the zombies. The one who lost an arm stopped to pick it up. It pressed the limb to the joint, backwards from how it should have been, and the arm reattached. The other foes slowly turned back.

“Ohohoho. You like can’t run forever! You put up a better fight than most, but everyone like runs out of energy in the end!”

“I don’t need the color commentary!” Mamoru snapped back. He slashed through the chest and took a few more steps back.

His back was now to the arcade, resetting the amount of space he had, but it would soon run out again. He considered breaking down the street in either direction, but Yamiko surely would have expected that. She didn’t seem the type to leave an opening of that type without some sort of repercussion. Plus, it would mean leaving his bike which she firmly floated above.

I might be able to use my magic through the blade, but I’ve never tried. Hikari offered. Mamoru was happy to take any attempt at this point.

“Something with range,” he replied.

You think I don’t know that?

The zombie’s advance pushed him back again until he was close to the arcade. His back hit the black doorway from which they had emerged. Hands wrapped around him from behind and he struggled to shake loose. Of course she had more waiting in the back, he should have expected. Mamoru was fortunate the attack was too eager, had he been closer they would have been able to get a firmer grip, and he would have been trapped. As it stood, he was already surrounded on both sides.