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would think," replied the first. Finally catching up, the second figure persisted.
"So...where is it?"
"You'll find out..." was all the first would say. The second figure gave up and they walked together in silence...


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"What's this?" asked Matt.
"This? This...is one of the Overlords newest plans!" responded the Zombie guiding them through the main base. He was tall, with new and old blood stains all over his clothes. He was remembered by Matt for his sarcasm, his recklessness, and his remarkable ability to joke even in the middle of battle. His ranking was 'Recruiter', meaning someone who spends a lot of time hunting down and zombifying victims. At one point, he disappeared for about three months, on 'holiday' as he would refer to it. Well, any good Zombie should know there is no such thing as a 'holiday'. If they had previously had pleasure in vacationing, it was quickly removed. There are no breaks as a Zombie. Even sleeping is limited.
He had a small brown/rusty red-colored mustache, and was around 40. His haircuts were short, but pretty bad, because he did them himself (or burned off most of his hair by playing with fire). That was one major problem with him: he was a pyromaniac. Oddly enough, the Overlord let him keep this habit, and he can commonly use it as an excuse for being late. He didn't usually take part in any of the big battles; he always said he had some target he had to take out.
"What is it?" Matt demanded.
"Mission Eliminate," Terry said without pause.
"I see. I will talk to some other Zombie later to find out the details..." Matt spat.
"Where are you taking us?" inquired Joel.
"You? To the weapons room. Overlord says you get another weapon of your choice." answered Terry.
"I take it I'm going somewhere else, then?!" asked Matt impatiently.
"You? To the Overlords' Chamber. He wants to speak with you." Terry said slowly.
"About what?"
"He kept that information from me..." Terry answered casually as they approached a door with hieroglyphics on it. There was no obvious way to open the door. The hieroglyphics were Egyptian, as one of the humans that was zombified had known how to read and write it (probably some archaeologist). In the information given to new Zombies, the Egyptian language was one of them. Most secret messages were in Egyptian because the average person wouldn't have a clue what they meant. The hieroglyphics spelled out Weapons room.
"This is where I let you off," Terry said to Joel. "Remember, you can use the hologram testers to try out the weaponry, but don't actually fire your weapon for sake of ammo. And you can choose one weapon."
"Got it," Joel responded. He paused. "You going to be okay, Matt?"
"I'm fine. You go on..." Matt said. Joel hesitated. "By the way, I suggest the Rapid-fire Voltage!" Matt called back as he and Terry walked down the corridor. The hallway became black, and there was no lighting. There were miniature cameras placed throughout the place; you couldn't go five feet without seeing another one. A Zombie was constantly watching the camera input, which was infrared, and mentally sending it to any Zombies walking around in the area. Due to this, all the Zombies could see just fine, in a series of infrared images placed in their mind, whereas a human (occasionally referred to as a 'bloodling') would be blind as a bat.
Matt began to look through his Zombie connections in this place, trying to find someone who knew something of this places' security. He ignored the five-hundred or so messages left from other Zombies wanting to talk to the famed war hero. Most of them were wondering about his 'secret mission' that he would have to take part in after a few more missions. Even Matt himself or any of the Zombies he asked about it knew nothing of it. He began searching through his memories, messaging those who he hadn't talked to. They all messaged back immediately, proud to be contacted by one of the Originals. However, none of them knew any more than he did, so he quickly stopped conversation. He began to message Zombies he didn't even know, just for the heck of it. No luck. Most of the ones he didn't know were the ones KIA, or Killed In Action, though. 'Weaklings' Matt would call them, unless their death couldn't have been prevented.
"We are nearing the Overlords' Chamber. Please return to the real world and prepare your mind and soul to beg for mercy." Terry said sarcastically, imitating a flight pilot. Pulling himself out of his mind and back to focusing on where he was going, Matt was dazed but trying not to show it. Just before he completely returned, however, he ran smack into the wall, much to Terry's amusement. "That absorbed, huh?" he commented.
"It could happen to anyone." Matt said passively. Terry said nothing, only paused a moment to let Matt fully regain control of his body before walking on as if nothing had happened, though with a slight grin on his face. Glancing at the dent he had put in the nice and neat-looking wall, Matt walked quickly to catch up. As the walked onwards, the temperature began to drop. 50 degrees Fahrenheit, 40, 30... At about 50 below, with Matt starting to chatter, purple flashes of light began reflecting off the walls. Terry, nice and warm in his ready bloodstained jacket, grinned at Matt's suffering.
"Aww, is the fierce fighter cold?" he said cruelly.
"Curse you and your jacket! Does it get any warmer?" Matt shot back, even as the temperature dropped to 80 below. Terry ignored him, even as Matt continued to spit defiance as they turned a corner. Terry took something out of his pocket and put it on his face. In the dark, Matt couldn't see what it was very well, and the camera images were becoming more and more scarce. As the temperature reached 100 below, they turned another corner. Instantly Matt had to shield his eyes from a glamour of purple and deep red flashes of light ahead. Two torches on the walls beside the source of the flashing lights seemed very faint, the flames extremely dim, though large.
All the flashes seemed slow, and the noise of their footsteps faded. Taking a glance at Terry, Matt realised what he had taken from his pocket. Wearing a pair of deep sunglasses, Terry was grinning at the object ahead. Shading his eyes, Matt attempted to see what was ahead of them. He gasped when he saw what it was, and as he did so his breath was sucked from him slightly and into what he was observing. All noise, color, and sound seemed to be mostly going into it, like it was a black hole.
There were two colorless poles that were cracked and broken, leaning slightly inwards from where they stuck out of the ground. Between them was a void, into which most color was being visibly absorbed into it. It was a black, empty void; color going into a spiral where it disappeared in the middle. Behind it, the long corridor finally ended. All color that seemed to go towards it changed into purple before being sucked into the spiral, flashing as it went closer to the middle, then disappearing completely with a big flash of purple light. Like a new center of gravity, Matt felt he was slowly moving towards it.
He turned and looked at Terry, who had backed away from the vortex. He mouthed some words, or maybe screamed them, but Matt couldn't hear a thing. Then, mentally, he heard very faintly This is where I leave you!
You're not coming with me?
The Overlord wanted to speak with you, and you alone. Just remember, as soon as you exit the portal, tur-- Terry's voice faded to nothing. Turning around when he felt the ground shake, Matt noticed how much closer he was to the vortex. His perception of distance must have been interfered with; he had been pretty close to it (or so he thought), but it had grown bigger while staying in the distance. Apparently it was bigger then he had thought. With every flash of light, the ground slightly shook. No longer able to handle not knowing what Terry had been meaning to say to him, he turned. He saw Terry, way in the distance, watching him. Matt began to run back towards him.
But Terry wasn't getting bigger. Wondering if he was moving at all, Matt jumped. Terry grew suddenly much smaller by the time he had landed. Oddly, Terry seemed to be crying. But when Terry lifted his head, Matt could see that he was laughing. What was so funny? Matt turned to find the portal still in the distance, but now bigger then a two-story building. Suddenly, the pull was too much, and he was dragged towards it. Matt had an urge to look at his hands, and when he did so he nearly gasped in shock. Stopping himself just in time by remembering what happened the last time he did that, he was still incredibly amazed at the fact that they were black-and-white.
Matt was just beginning to wonder how big the vortex actually was when the pull of it lifted him into the air. Like a diver, he naturally formed a position that straightens the body. Soaring through the air towards the bottom of the portal, his mind began to freak out. What if I don't survive this? What if my color never returns? What if-- and he let fear take its hold on him. As the portals' size increased to that of a lake, it visibly got closer. As he got closer, he felt the speed at which he was traveling increase. Whirring through the air so fast his eyes began to water, he desperately tried to swallow his fear. The ominous vortex finally got so big it seemed to fill his entire vision; he could no longer see the ancient poles on either side of it.
He finally hit the bottom part of the portal, and was jerked sideways to go around the outside, speeding up the whole while. Now, when I say jerked, I don't mean Space Mountain turn kind of jerk. I mean 100 MPH 90-degree sudden turn so fast you feel like you stomach went into your toes. Going around the outside, slowly nearing the inside, Matt closed his eyes to try to stop himself from throwing up. To him it felt like falling off a skyscraper with your eyes closed; you seemed to fall forever before you hit the bottom. Just when he thought it was never going to stop, and he ventured to open his eyes to see how close to the middle he was, his mind blanked out. Etched into his mind as he was unconscious was a vision of sheer dark purple.
He woke to the noise of a roar of wind and the smell of blood. He waited until feeling had returned to his arms, legs, and chest before opening