The God Of The Undead

(Lana's POV)

How does one survive in the apocalypse when you are the only one who sees the sign of a useless struggle? The answer is simple in the end, you just get with the program and let fate run its course.

From the moment I realized that my mother was willing to shoot me for trying to at least save one person, I came to the realization that surviving with her was akin to becoming like her. Someone who is willing to let fear overwrite their humanity and become nothing more than a coward hiding away in a bunker. The moment I saw her true colors was the moment that I came to the same conclusion that if we were what remained of humanity, we were sure to meet our end sooner than later. Why not just accept the inevitable and get it over with.

As I stand outside the bunker, watching as several people rush to form a formation that we had planned to use in case of a much-needed retreat, I knew that this would be more drawn out than what it should be. The wall of light defensive formation made a giant wall of light that would block the conventional method of land assaults while having multiple thin verticle crevice like openings to allow some undead to push through in single file lines. While those that were in charge of holding up the wall of light as long as they could persevere had only one goal, which was to keep the wall up as long as they could until they couldn't anymore. From that point on, they had someone else who would replace them until they regained enough of their strength and waited till the people who had replaced them became fatigued so they could repeat the cycle all over again. It would be a strenuous battle of will power for those on the defensive, while it would be a battle of numbers for the invading undead.

Seeing them taking up defensive formations and mentally prepping themselves for what was to come, I quickly raised my hand and prepared myself for what I was supposed to do as well. Ring the dinner bell and hope their suffering wouldn't be too long. I gathered the mana around my hand and quickly condensed it until I felt it was just right, and changed the mana into the property of light. It was so small of a light that one could swear it was nothing more than a small ember soon to be snuffed out by the slightest breeze. 

As I felt the moment was right, I quickly opened my hand presented my palm that held the small ember of light to the stars above, and like a small flare, it launched into the night sky and exploded into a large Aurora Borealis that illuminated everything from the top of the trees to the quickly scurrying animal on the ground floor. Everything was visible, from the rugged texture of the tree to the flora. Although there was an eerie fog on the ground, awhile off into the forest, the undead could be seen rushing towards the bunker with only 25 confused individuals who quickly began conjuring the wall of light while also preparing in between them and their goal. 

The first portion of my job was done, and the other half was to ensure that the escape route, which was none other than the jump gate at the very bottom of the bunker, didn't get destroyed. I saw all of the explosives Jacob set around it to make sure they weren't followed through it. If only they took a second to think and come to the same conclusion I did. No matter where we go, John will eventually find us through the shared link he has with his undead. I'm not sure my mother ever remembered our first encounter with the undead, but John was able to quickly take control of an undead woman that had attacked an alley full of bums with several other undead in front of our house and proceeded to give us a warning of what he would do to the world. Overall it only took one undead to spot us, and we'd be swarmed immediately.

"Sigh," I sigh out of frustration. If only being a traitor was easy, I'm sure someone went back to notify my mother and the others of the Aurora Borealis that lit the soon to be battlefield. Now all I have to do now is make my back into the compound as if I was outside all along and pretend to help evac people, while really my main goal is simply to let out a small yet unnoticeable and invisible {Solar Emp} magical skill that I had been working on in secret. While it was difficult to keep it a secret and find excuses for why come devices around the compound just stopped working or got fried, it finally was completed. 

As I made my way into the compound, I couldn't help but wonder what Joselin was up to.

(3rd pov)

As Lana walked out from behind the tree where she stood behind while watching as her fellow survivors prepared themselves for a massive assault, another figure with a faint bluish glow reached out toward her but was too late. As she missed her chance to communicate with her, she yelled, "Lana!!!" 

Although loud to her, her spiritual strength waned and faded and couldn't pierce the veil that kept her voice from reaching Lana, although she had just barely managed to make her body partially visible. She couldn't help but feel useless, but all of her current thoughts went out the window when she felt a presence watching her. A presence so great that it threatened to consume her and snuff out what little bit of her soul still remained. She knew this threat was the one she helped cause, and it was the threat that was inevitable from the very beginning, and she couldn't do a thing other than watch.

(Joseph's POV)

I flew toward the center, knocking down many trees, where the many survivors of the bunker stood in formation, ready to combat the massive horde behind me. Notice I had said the horde behind me as I had yet to reveal my true form to anything. None of the humans or the mystical creatures under the other gods' commands have had seen this grotesque form of mine. Although I call my appearance grotesque, the normal standard of beauty doesn't really exist when all is dying, all the while the term normal died when the dead rose. 

As I arrived with their stares of fear and horror welcoming me, I attempt to pierce multiple of the survivors with many of my shadowy tendrils, but alas, they managed to erect a barrier of walls in the nick of time. My shadowy tendrils burned and faded into nothing as it came into contact with the wall of light. Truly how amusing that they managed to become this strong through the use of unity. I could fall into the shadows beneath me and flank them from one of their shadows by swimming through the shadow realm but then again, assaulting the defensive force of the survivors wasn't my main objective. Just a test to see what we were up against. It was all up to Joselin to show how strong she has become, as is what she's been dying to do since her father awakened.

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