《Manablood Mellie》Chapter 22: Zombie Chew Toy
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The trio walked up to the river, and prepared to bathe. Mellie stopped at the shore, looking out at the water deep in thought. Mary walked up to her, "You okay?" She inquired. Mellie persed her lips. "I'm fine. I'm gonna search for herbs. Go ahead and bathe. I'll be right back." Mellie, said not meeting Mary's eyes. The boy was already submerged, scrubbing frantically. Mary laughed at the boys happy reaction to the water and nodded.
The path to the lich lair was easier to find this time. As she drew closer she could hear the zombie snarls. "Oh man. This is gonna suck." She grumbled as she approached the horde. Mellie gritted her teeth. "DINNERRRERRRR!!!!" she screamed, and a town full of zombies came shambling towards her. She stood there as the first Dumb Zombie came stumbing into her face, lerching for her neck. She blocked him with her forearm and he broke skin. As the blood began trickling in his mouth Mellie knocked him on the side of the head as she twisted and broke free.
Another Dumb Zombie latched onto her ankle and broke skin, tearing off a piece of flesh with his ugly chompers. She kicked it away and walked backward. In a flash, a group of Smart Zombies began taking a bites from the fingers of her left hand. She screamed, ripped her hand back and shadowalked from the horde. She drank a health potion as she regenerated bits of her flesh.
+1 Strength +1 Endurance +1 Intelligence
She spent the next 15 minutes regenerating her flesh, watching the Dumb Zombies she fed evolve into Smart Zombies. After that, the Smart Zombies doubled over vomiting blackish red sludge and flesh from their reborn bodies. A few moments later these former townspeople woke again.
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They backed toward Mellie, the only way out as the horde closed in. "Hi guys! Just uhhh... head that way", she said as she pointed toward the river, "and you'll see some people by the river. We'll get you out of here. Go," she shooed the men. They both stood there for a moment incredulous, looking at eachother and then at the horde, then her. "I know what I'm doing now go!" She rushed the men. "Cmon" the older man said to the younger, pulling him as he looked back at the girl. She winked at him and waved him off.
Seduction lvl 7!
"....Dammit I didnt mean to do that" she grumbled as he started walking back towards her. She shooed him off with her arm, harder. He nodded and backed away with the other rescued man.
Mellie faced off with the last of the Smart Zombies. There were three left in the front of the horde guiding them toward Mellie's intoxicating blood. The red hood Smarts were the ones that Mellie had fed before. The red hoods were Her Smart Zombies. Mellie held out her right arm and gritted her teeth as three sets of teeth broke through her skin clawing and pulling at her. Mellie broke free and shadowalked away to regenerate again. One of the zombies took a good chunk out of her arm.
As Mellie was standing in front of the horde, watching as the zombies became human again, a certain lich was zipping toward his lost zombies. Arlich emerged from the other side of the horde to see a black haired teal eyed girl covered in blood, watching zombies zomit. It was quite entertaining if not obnoxious.
"Ahem!" Arlich voiced over the zombie snarls as he closed in on the silly stupid girl. "If you wanted to spill more blood I can put it to much better use!" He smiled at the fool who was playing zombie bait.
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Mellie laughed as the three men woke and startled Arlich, quickly backing away behind her. The rest of the zombies began being herded off by the Smart Zombies away from the group. "What are you doing? I thought you were leaving?" Arlich asked, incredulous.
Mellie held a finger up to the lich, to his delight as she told the group to "head toward the river if you want to get out of here." Then she faced the lich explaining, "I was making dead people alive people, obviously."
He rolled his eyes at her rubbing his face. "And what do you think I am here for?" he asked her dully.
"Uhhh making a giant undead army to conquer the world?" she hedged.
He looked at her dumbfounded. "And you... you just... handed manablood... THE manablood...to.. to someone like that?!"
"Well yeah.... so... you aren't taking over any worlds then?" she teased. Trying the alleviate her embarrassment.
"No my dear. I just want to bridge the gap between life and death. That's all. Now I do appreciate your help, but I was just distilling the blood you gave me to transform these creations when you started playing catch with rancid zombie teeth." Arlich chided.
Mellie still blushing "Well... anyways. I'll just get going now" she said as she backed away, quickly shadowalking toward the river.
Arlich laughed at the girl as she backed away from her foolishness. "If I only had a few more minutes I could have talked her into giving me more blood." he thought as he scanned the area for any remnants of her spilled blood. He grinned as he pulled a vial from his sleeve and walked to the blood splatters, smiling like the dog that got the turkey. He was enjoying these wonderful meetings!
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