Gar and the undead

she sniffed the air wildly as her form completed itself for her unique purpose. the air stagnat and stale, the scenery foggy and dreadful at the same time. in the distance, moans could be heard as the dusty brown ash like earth ripped apart as the hands of the undead clambered for fresh air. 

"hands? hands from dirt?" she asked herself as her four legs carried themselves through the uneanding grave yard filled with the tombstones, statues and rusted out piping that had begun to crumple underneath the momentous amount of earth being moved around. "pipes moving! houses falling, flatstones shattering! gar need to escape!" her legs were unattacked to her body yet the rest of her form moved along with it as though it were. the first of the thousand strange undead creatures poked its two head up as it uttered its first words. "meat... MEAT!"  the groan of the food source it so desperatley craved scampering around like a chicken with its head cut off.

 "gar not meat! gar gar! gar show you who meat!"  gar lifted the nearest fallen pipe with unseen hands or arms and rushed back to the undead creature who was now above the ground and shambling wuickly towards her along with ten others who had heard its first call for the meat they desired. "gar will turn you all back to dead meat!" 

with those words, she trauck the undead creature as hard as she could. 

gar knocked the creature high into the air while its feeble and decaying mind only craved the meat that gave its attaker strength. "MEAT!" it said with an unending quench for the rawness and wet blood it carried with in it. "meat... meat... meat." theo thers chanted as there supposed leader headed face first into another powerful swing, knocking its jaw loose with a very brain spattering jolt. "gar teach undead thing or three about life. gar will make you go sleep sleep long time!"

the peices of the first of the undead rained down around her, its vitals pouring there spent life fliuds all over the place as drops hit her face chest and exposed breasts, gar only staring ahead at the shambling masses groaning and grating there way to her. "gar teach undead lesson they never forget." the creatures quadreped legs carried her swiftly through the hundreds of rising  corpses, only caring that they never rose again. time after time she ramed her invisible fists through there heads, smashing what little life they had in them. "gar teach you good. lesson end now!" she turned around and screamed in rage as her eyes shot beams of red light towards one zombie. as the light smashed into it, the corpse struggled to remain on its feet despite the light ripping off various layers of skin muscles and sometimes even bone. "GAR NOT LIKE UNDEAD! GAR KILL ALL WHO RISE FROM LONG SLEEP SLEEP!"

her arms became visible as her hands changed into long scythe like claws that sparked whenever they rubbed against each other. "gar make sleep sleep for all!"  she had gained unparrelled speed and strength, and just as soon as she had started on one end of the massive seemingly endless grave yard, she was on the other. her eye still shining with the red light that made zombie after zombie explode into clouds of ash and bone. the ones her light didnt reach she had her claws reach for it. the zombies were still coming after her, but various chunks of there bodies had been slashed off in random sizes. 

"you not go sleep sleep? round two happen now!" again and again she sped through the shambling masses, always angry, always raging, always wanting the one thing she never had since she awoke in this despicable nightmare. peace. she longed for it so much and so wildly that even her temperment slashed away at the very sky, bringing quickly fading shreds of daylight into her battle. she never tired, never quit, and yet for some reason she did not yet understand, gar was surrounded by millions of undead in every direction.

"gar sick of undead, always moaning for gar meat, gar meat, well gar not meat! GAR GAR! GAR NOT WANT TO MAKE LONG SLEEP SLEEP!" the beams of red light widened there radius. as nearly three hundred sixty degrees around gar became nothing more then a crater filled with the bones and some still sruggling parts of the massive army of the undead. 

"gar need rest. gar go short sleep sleep." she fainted almost dead away, her battle with the undead almost revealing her place in this weird wonderful place.

It had been a full two weeks, since Gar had fallen asleep from the strain of her attack. The cold and fog filled graveyard that seemed to span hundreds of milles all around, seemed almost alive with the recent activity. Inside Gars mind, she dreamed of the warm sunshine on her face, the wind rushing through her hair and of a friend to play with. In the grave yard however, a new threat crumpled up from the remaining bones of the shiftless undead masses. "Gar... sleep sleep..." she said, scratching her right breast casualy with a finger tip. She turned over once, opened her eyes to see that a random zombie had fallen asleep facing her. Its decomposing face showing bits of muscle and bone. "Meat?" the zombie questioned simply before Gar slammed it in the face with out much hesitation. "Gar not meat..." she said annoyed that all that greeted her was just another undead.

She rolled onto her back and looked up at the pale full moon, wondering if this was all that she would see in her entire life. "Gar lonely. Gar bored of this place. Gar need friend." she said simply as she got up on her four legs and and walked slowly through out the grave yard. The zombie returned to her side, its one visible eye looking at Gar from various angles. "Meat? Gar not meat? Where meat!? WHERE MEAT!?" Gar simply punch it in the head again, knocking it unconcious. "Gar not MEAT!" she stamped her right front foot. "Gar Gar! Gar need better friend then undead." The zombie got up, slightly hurt that his new lease on life was full of pain. 

The zombie picked its jaw up off the ground, brushed it off carefully, like a girl brushing her hair, and jammed it back into its mouth with a loud groan. "Me know Gar not meat! Gar Gar! Zombie Xombie!" Xombie said in a defiant and defenatley smarter voice. Gar wasn't really amazed. "Xombie boring. Gar need living friend. Not dead one." "Xombie not zombie!" Gar simply sighed and motioned it forward. Apparently this would be the best she could do. "Gar," she pointed to her self. "Gar! Xombie... Xombie!" she finished, pointing at Xombie definitively. Xombie simply looked up at the moon and exclaimed, "Xombie want meat, all Xombie ever see is zombie, zombie zombie. Then Xombie find Gar! Xombie not know Gar, so Xombie go see Gar! Xombie Gar friend!"

The zombie was of average human height, light grey skin, pulled tight around the face. The bones in its arms and chest exposed from decompisition, yet its brain still retained a small of amount of intelligence that set it on par with Gar. Well speach wise any ways. "Fine fine... Gar be Xombie friend, if Xombie help Gar out of undead place. Then Gar and Xombie travel together!"

Xombie attempted to smile, but his jaw fell off again.

a month had passed since gar and xombie became friends. though the conversation was simply a repetition of gar declaring to xombie that she wasnt meat, and xombie delcalring he knew that. it was benificial to both of them. xombie provided protect from the other undead, by talking to them in terms there one track minds could understand, and gar didnt kill him. which he  was very happy about, and took every delight in reminding her of this. but gar couldnt shake the feeling that the cemetery was populated with more then the shambling undead, occianals exploding tombstones, and cynical rasist ghosts. but there was something more sinister that she couldnt put her feeling on.

she simply brushed it off as xombie being more creepy then usual. "xombie have question for gar." the zombie stated simply, when gar gave him the go ahead, he more the happily asked away. "what having pulse feel like? xombie not know this, because... xombie zombie. xombie not gar." gar thought as hard as she could about the subject, which, in terms of there intelligence level, was more deep and intellectual then either of them could have ever thought of answers for. but she tried her best. "gar have pulse... being like zombie eating meat. it make gar happy!" this of course was the end of that deep soul searching conversation when a creature composed of many zombies grabbing onto one another, ripped through the ground like wet paper towels. 

it ogt stuck half way through, because apparently, there WERE wet paper towels all around it. "i... crave... meat." it said slowly, the creatures collective brain power putting him at a third grade speaking level. "i would like to eat you gar, for your tender muscles, filled with vibrant and delicious protiens and nutrients, would provided me with a temporary release from this dastardly hunger." ok... a university speaking level. gar responded the best way she could against this new enemy. 

"GAR NOT MEAT! GAR GAR!" she screamed in his face, slightly unaware that his multi zombie like arms were slowly closing the distance between themselves and her. "well, i do see to think otherwise gar, its not as if your stupified friend over there has either the will, nor the strength to stop me from ingesting you bit by bit. now do you my detiorating denizen?" xombie looked up with a little anger in his eye, because the other one fell out a few weeks ago and he couldnt find it. "xombie not stupified. xombie thinking of way to run far from you. heap useless zombie. you not able to get out ground. GAR! follow xombie fast fast!" xombie called out to gar as she slipped between the creatures grasp and darted in xombies direction. 

"i dare say that you will never exit this infinite resting place of the deceased! my bretheren shall render you muscle from bone! and then i shall feast upon your remains through the memory of thier experiences!" the creature fell apart as its body was combosed of several corpses that seemed to be able to  join together at random. the only thing that seemed to be able to move them all was a decapitated head with its facial bones partially showing. "GET THEM! ILL FEAST UPON THIER STILL BLEEDING REMAINS IF ITS THE LAST THING I ACCOMPLISH!"

his small undead army sunk into the ground and tunneled in various directions, each hoping to appease thier leader in its own way.

gar and xombie tromped southward as far and as fast as thier legs would cary them. it would be a long night, and they had a lot of ground to cover with what little precious time they had.

 

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