Jed remained on the run. The easier ground kept him under the treeline. He was followed by three soldiers running from the dead. The heavy snow and thick branches tried their best to slow travel. Any of them would have noticed more strange occurrences on the horizon blowing up if they had the time to look up.

They all kept going because the alternative was meeting death. They heard each other gasping for air yelling panicked things while their fallen comrades ran after them.

“Brains,” groaned the zombie soldiers stumbling through the underbrush that gave way like cheap foldable chairs at an all you can eat buffet.

“Gun, gun.. fun,” boomed the voice of the heavily armed zombie joining the battle.

“Shoot em buddy,” A sultry smoky voice blew in from nowhere.

“Yes Nancy,” replied the heavily armored zombie, as the mini-gun spun into maximum overdrive.

It lumbered past the burning log cabin as the roof fully collapsed shooting embers into the sky. Standing on the edge of the treeline spinning up its mini-gun where the regular zombies entered. In the background asteroids fell into the mountains while a skeleton blindly fumbled around.

“Edward, where have you gone? I save your ass again and you abandon me you son of a bitch,” she raged, walking right into a crater.

“Brzzzzt,”

Bullets flew forward spraying dead wood into splinters. A soldier dashed ahead of Jed. The entire group ducked clutching their behinds. The hail of incoming bullets peppered the snow showering them in flakes of torn up mud.. The third man alive continued zig-zagging deeper into the forest. The bullets from the undead bulldozer chased him forcing him to turn. They overshot that direction blasting away at birdies in the nighttime.

Jed saw his opening to pounce. He suddenly turned around, surprising the soldier taking up the rear. He pulled him behind a log in a choke hold where he knocked the enemy out non-lethally to stave off another zombie from spawning.

“BRZZZT!”

Jed fled diving behind rocks as nearby trees exploded into pulp. The bullets ricocheted off the stones before shifting direction again. Another soldier saw Jed hiding safely and nowhere else to flee there as well. He ran in that direction alerting the regular zombies. The bullets ripped into the ground spewing snowflakes while the horde zeroed in.

“Oooooooo” he cried, tripping forward on a root.

The chase was on for the incoming zombies gaining on the man on the run. Jed matched their groans on seeing all the trouble heading his way until friendly fire pulverized them. Red hot liquid splattered and splashed all over him as if a bucket of blood had been thrown. Then the unfortunate guy diving for safety made it jumping onto Jed and flopping like a fish out of water. His pulsing organs fell out of holes and the punched stomach leaked rotten supper that stunk like there was no tomorrow.

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Meanwhile two creatures floated in each other's appendices, slowly dancing in space.

“You were just the one I was looking for to bring me back after I power down soon, not a lovesick cowboy, but a pure killing machine soon I recon,” Mule sent telepathically.

The cracks in the helmet were hundreds about to break into on opening. And ever threatening to give way to the vacuum of space. The open portal sucked the pair into its opening just as the fabric frayed open a hole in the suit.

“What's that now explain what you want and what’s in it for me before your time up spaceman,” replied Edward.

“Listen I’m going into sleep mode sooner than I thought..need the power of 1 million dead to revive me back, I will soon be compressed into a size you can carry everywhere, and when you bring me back with the 1 million you were probably slaying anyway I will do anything you desire Okay?,” finished the creature, transformed into a squirrel in a spacesuit, and then donkey in saddlebags.

“And what happens if I leave you behind,” sent the bubbled head beginning to drift away.

“I stay dormant until a million things die nearby however long it takes and my millions of years of experience in picking you as a logical desire of an organic shape shifting super weapon such as myself,” cried Mule, kicking his way towards the escaping head.

“Hmmm.. my very own genie in a bottle, I suppose I should keep you on deck for the future,”

“You suppose?”

“It’s a good goal to work towards the killer of 1 million its kind of a special achievement to work towards naturally with most of your other level ups yeah I’ll bring you back and have do something really cool I suppose, Hahah” Edward laughed maniacally imagining how he could evolve into something the ladies loved again, but more monstrous towards his enemies times one hundred, and then use his new found attack dog to blow up a sun or something.

The colors of the travel style swirled like a disco ball. In and out of focus popped flares around them as the speed seemed to increase with flashing lights enough to blind. Edward shut his eyes.

“LOW POWER going into shutdown mode” a female robot voice played out of nowhere in mono.

“POP!”

Like a pimple bursting the head was launched from a burst bubble with accumulating foam spaying behind him. The wind whistled out of nowhere while turbulence began. Thick storm clouds entered the picture. As the rain began to fall with them lightning sparked around.

Falling nearby Mule was wiggling about to shut down. His body turned two-dimensional, and began to crease like paper as the hairs fell away into reality. The origami magic produced a tail compacted, legs folded, and head shut in prison. It all bent in again, and again until a little cube of strange compacted material. A cube remained in his place that plummeted. Edward fell after whipping out his tongue he whipped the clouds like whipped cream.

“Sluuurp,”

The 27% distance extension he had previously unlocked had added just enough reach to his lashing tongue to latch onto the cube before it could fully run away from him. The little square pulled him forward with it on a mad descent to the ground.

The clouds parted revealing a wasteland. There was not the snowy tundra he expected to find in the core. Instead volcanoes were active on a crusty plain of basalt. Edward reeled himself forward, and ate the cube.

“Burrrp there,” he said as a form of final insult.

The impact would be any second.

“Congrats you have eaten over 100 tons, advanced stomach unlocked,” a robot voice inside Edward’s skull announced.

“Guess neither of us are very human perhaps i'll survive,”

“SMACK!”

Vision went blank.