I should probably talk about The Order now. Some of you might have gotten the opinion that The Unchanged were the only people left in the world trying to fix things. That's not true. There's also The Order. The Order is a church militant group, though what church I'm not sure, who scour the world trying to destroy the monster's and evil bastards who now plague it.
We stay separate from them not because they're dangerous or anything but simply because the religious angle seems weird to us and they don't like Illustrious very much for understandable reasons and so wouldn't approve of Katherine, Alyce or myself. They won't kill us on sight or anything they understand there are some good Illustrious but they just don't like them.
I tell you this because I spotted a member of the order as I ventured into the Deadlands. A woman with black hair and wearing armour. I was watching from behind so I can't be quite sure but it looked like a breastplate and greaves over a leather bodysuit. She had a pistol at her side and a strange purple sword in her hands. She also seemed to have something strapped to her head, possibly goggles or a face mask or something but I couldn't tell what from behind.
She was advancing cautiously towards the border, which is helpfully set by the immediate change from wasteland to mossy, decayed ground.
I moved closer cautiously and suddenly she moved. Her hands swung up the sword cutting a swathe through the air and for a moment there was a figure floating in front of her. It was an ethereal figure and I couldn't see much of it before it let out a scream like the howling wind and seemed to split in two before disappearing again.
I bounded over to her. "What was that?" I asked and she turned, shocked by my presence. I could see now that she was in fact wearing a pair of goggles that were shaded green. She opened her mouth to speak but then stumbled forward with a gasp as if something had collided with her from behind and I saw her arms move as though being suddenly yanked backwards. She struggled for a moment but then stopped her mouth twisting into a grimace of pain and then her arms snapped and she screamed, dropping the strange sword.
As I watched confused and unsure what to do I saw her neck suddenly get wrenched to the side and she tensed up and then I saw two holes puncture her neck and blood began to leak down. Her vision went glassy and she fell completely limp. At this point I saw a number of holes suddenly puncture her breastplate and then pull down slicing through the metal like it was nothing until the breastplate was in pieces and then it began clawing through the rest of her gear until she was naked.
Small cuts decorated her skin where the creature wasn't careful enough. Her body twitched occasionally showing that she was still alive but other than twitching she didn't seem to be able to move.
Moments later I noticed her pussy lips beginning to part and open as something I couldn't see pushed between them and she began making a low whimpering noise. The invisible object continued pushing into her until I could see her pussy gaping around the object. Her body jumped once and she let out a sound like a halfhearted attempt at a scream and then she was bouncing on the invisible object fucking her.
Multiple scratches began to appear on her breasts and stomach as the creature apparently cut her in it's excitement and suddenly it's claws dug into her chest and her eyes momentarily widened the glazed look disappearing for a moment but then quickly being replaced with the cold dead eyes of a corpse as the creature tore open her chest and a strange shimmering liquid began to drip out of her pussy onto the ground where it quickly disappeared. Her body dropped and I backed away realizing the creature might come for me now.
I remembered the other creature she seemed to of killed and on a hunch I dived forward, at the same moment feeling a claw dig into my right arm, and grabbed her strange sword turning and slashing at the air. I got lucky and the figure appeared momentarily where the sword had passed through and let out a howl like the wind then vanished. I checked the gash on my arm but it wasn't too bad.
I knelt by the body feeling terrible that I couldn't or hadn't helped her. I also realized it was likely her goggles served the purpose of helping her see these creatures and so I took them and the sword and after paying my respects I continued on into the Deadlands.
The goggles worked and I dispatched a few more of the ghostly creatures. They seemed to roam around the borders and as I made it further into the Deadlands I stopped seeing them. Speaking of seeing them. Through the goggles I got a much better view of them. Figures in flowing robes and hoods that dipped low over their faces. Out of the sleeves of their robes came gnarled hands tipped with dagger like claws and I saw another one grow a second pair of arms as it charged at me. I don't know what they are but they remind me of ghosts... Well they do call it The Deadlands.
As I ventured deeper into the deadlands I became enveloped in a strange fog. The goggles helped me see through the fog and I began to notice something weird. When people talked about The Deadlands one thing they spoke of was large pools of toxic or corrosive substances and floors littered with ghoulish corpses and occasionally, a mixture of the two, viscous pools of mostly melted human remains. I encountered lots of the first and one of the third, and trust me when I say the description does not do it justice at all, but I haven't seen any bodies just lying around ever since the woman I saw get killed. Where are all the corpses?
Eventually I found out the answer as I came upon a building, long abandoned and in disrepair but still recognizable as a church... Actually, Cathedral might be more accurate. There were people milling around the entrance and at first sight I could tell they were dead.
Corpses moving, with purpose, converging on this cathedral. Something, or more likely someone, was raising the dead. This was the army we had been warned about. An army of the undead. I needed to get a closer look.
I moved stealthily toward the cathedral, trying not to alert any of the assembled undead when one of them just randomly walked into me. It bumped me from behind as I was peering around a mass of craggy rock and sent me sprawling to the floor. I turned over, raising the sword protectively but the lumbering being didn't seem to even notice me. It just recovered from the impact and continued in it's original motion.
With the realization that the creatures were either unaware of me, or just did not care about my presence, I strolled towards the cathedral without a care and reached the wide open doors.
The first thing I heard upon passing through the doors was the moaning. Pleasurable feminine moans, a rare delicacy these days, reverberated off the high domed ceiling and flooded the chamber. It didn't take long for me to spot the source.
Where the altar would have been, there were two thrones. One was occupied by an uncomfortable looking young man with black messy hair and wearing a black robe that hung off of him loosely, the other was unoccupied, it's intended occupant was instead straddling a zombie. She had shoulder length black hair and bright red lips over pale skin. She was not currently wearing anything.
Her hands were in front of her pressing down on the zombie man's chest as she gently rose and fell on it's cock. The zombie seemed uninterested as they very often do, the man seemed to be unwilling to look, but the woman's face was the picture of bliss.
As she continued impaling herself on the zombie's rigid cock she leered at the man in the throne. "Mmm... Oh god... Brother you... Mmm don't know what you're missing..." She exhaled between breathy moans.
"I'm not interested, sister." The young man replied closing his eyes. The woman replied with a shrug and a sudden jump of ecstatic pleasure as she bore herself down, forcing the cock deep into her.
The young man opened his eyes and began looking around and then his gaze snapped into my direction. Not quite looking at me, but just taking in the entirety of the area that included me and, luckily, a number of undead I could hide behind.
"Sis... There might be a problem..."
"Ahh... Mmm... What is i- Ahh!" She began to respond before suddenly letting loose a loud scream of pleasure as she came. She then slumped forward onto the body below her and lay there panting for short time before raising herself off of the zombies still erect cock and rolling onto the floor beside it, her breasts heaving with her laboured breaths. "S... sorry... what is it?"
He gazed upon her, her naked breasts moving slowly with her breath and her pussy coated and practically dripping with her juices. A look of disgust momentarily flashed over his features but quickly disappeared. "The problem, dear sister, is we seem to have an intruder."
At those words the undead around me suddenly became animated and without any time to react I was grabbed by hands like steel vices, clamping onto every bit of me they could, and marched forward into the centre of the cathedral.
The woman raised herself to a sitting position and watched me, her eyes moving over my body The man however stared directly into my eyes. There was a moment of something then he looked confused and looked away. The woman waved her hand vaguely. "She's wearing those stupid goggles. She must be with The Order. Have the undead strangle her and then raise her as part of the army like the others."
