Hades came out of the Toilet, feeling much better now that his stomach was empty. He had completely forgotten about the incident and was ready to go back home. He tried to teleport, snapping his fingers, but it didn't work. The dark haired teenager looked at his fingers with curiosity and snapped once again.
'That's weird. It's almost as if my room doesn't exist anymore. I can't seem to register it in my head.'
Just as he said, he couldn't find the exact coordinates for his villa which he had memorized in his head, otherwise it would have been a cinch to get there. He shrugged and decided to forge through. He would walk towards the location then, being sneaky about it.
While walking he noticed that the toilets were in a much better state than before. The walls were sparkling clean and the whole building smelt like fresh lavender. He couldn't even see the cobwebs that used to be there anymore. The ground wasn't getting his boots wet anymore and the other cubicles now had doors. On the doors were weird symbols drawn with green paint. They looked like spray guns were used to create them.
He found it odd that he hadn't noticed any of this happening while doing his business.
'Did they hire someone impressive? Interesting.'
He decided to leave the building and when he came out, he noticed that he was in a massive field in the middle of nowhere. He looked at the sky which was abnormally bright and causing him to glint with discomfort.
'That's weird… where is everyone?'
He looked at the horizon where he saw only grass. He tried using his inhumane perception to scout far and all he could see was grass.
'Eh? What happened to the school?'
Yes. What happened to the massive buildings? What happened to the high tech poles that were a pathetic excuse for power dampeners for someone of his caliber? What happened to the weak ants that walked all around the campus and revered him once they sensed his presence?
He couldn't sense any of it. Not a single ounce of life in the area. Hades groaned then begun marching forward. Surely he would see something if he kept on walking, right?
After a few hours of walking, Hades was starting to lose patience. So much to the point he had begun talking to himself.
'Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Hades Survival Show! I will be your host, Hades. If you are just tuning in, boy have I got a treat for you. I have been roaming these plains for two hours now and I have been seeing some pretty amazing stuff. For instance, if you look to my right, you will see grass. Then to my left you will see more grass. Disappointed? If yes, then it means you haven't seen this grass.'
He picked up a piece of grass from the ground and pointed it at the fourth wall, towards the readers.
'You see, this grass has the properties of grass! It's amazing, don't you think? It tastes like grass and grass. And if you roast it, it'll taste like burnt grass. I know, I know. You haven't seen anything like this. But that is enough for wonders of grass. Now, if you look to my front, you will see grass. Look a few hundred meters forward, you will see more grass. Then if you see a kilometer forward, you will see this oddly shaped grass creature crawling on the ground, as if it were hiding from some sort of dangerous predator. Let's check it out!'
Excitedly, Hades ran towards the grass creature he had identified.
***
Two men sat on a rock scoping the area with their sniper rifles. The older man, Eric Scolors took a smoke while looking through the fields with a bored expression. A dry breeze passed over, blowing the leaves of the tree they were under towards the east.
"Another boring day on the field." The man in his fifties said.
"Hey, Eric, I don't think you should be smoking on the job.", the man standing next to Eric scolded as he took a gulp of water. Eric looked at his younger companion, Michael Slain. A man in his early thirties, wearing a standard military issued armor.
"Why not? You afraid they'll come for us?" he mused with a cheeky grin.
"Not exactly. You could cause a wildfire or alert some enemy Plants to our locations or attract some Rank 4s." Michael begun to list the possible outcomes on his fingers.
"Humph. You are too scared, kiddo. I've been on this field for 30 years now. Trust me when I say nothing ever happens. Why do you think they only assign 10 soldiers and no slayer to this entire field?"
"Yeah, not the smartest choice in my opinion." He said, rolling his eyes and scouting with his binoculars.
"Ke, get us more resources and you can start voicing your opinions."
BEEP! BEEP!
The sensor that had been planted at a 20 kilometer radius from their location had gone off, keeping the two alert.
"We've got movement." Michael said then pulled up a screen. Eric kept his eye on the terrain, searching for any weird movement. The cameras placed there only had the picture of the pasture and a mouse looking at it, making Michael scratch his chin in confusion.
"What'd I say? Nothing happens."
"Still, the computer is supposed to be able to differentiate between living and dead creatures."
"It was probably a fluke. You can't be trusting these computers all the time kid. They'll fail you eventually." Eric said with a cocky tone and grin. Michael scoffed and looked back at the screen. As much as he didn't want to believe it, he had to. Some soldiers had complained of this before, meaning it wasn't so strange.
Eric rolled his eyes and looked through his scope again, until his eyes landed on something moving. It was green just like the green grass surrounding them, giving it the perfect camouflage. It would have been nearly impossible for him to see it were he not a little bit scared after hearing about the movement from 20 meters away. Due to that, he had decided to pay extra attention, although he would never admit it.
The creature began to stand up. It was huge and slender.
"Oi, Michael, looks like the computer wasn't wrong. Something's out there." Eric whispered. The young man took out his binoculars and looked out in the distance as well. He was shocked, but didn't react. He couldn't see it well, so he didn't know what exactly it was.
"I'm sending out the drone." Michael said as he opened up his bag and brought out a tiny toy helicopter. He froze for a moment and beads of sweat begun to form on his face.
"It would seem that we have a problem, Eric." Eric's eye began twitching when he saw the bright red helicopter in his partner's palm.
"Why do you have a kid's toy? Where is the drone?" he asked in a low grumpy voice that portrayed his old age and menacing look.
"He he, it would seem that my wife switched up my drone with my kid's toy. We do have similar bags."
"Why the hell was your wife packing up your important items in the first place!? Are you stupid or something?!" Michael could only nervously laugh at this while thinking in his head.
'Hon would never touch my bag, which means Cassy did. She swapped her toy helicopter for my drone while I wasn't aware of it, either last night or this morning. I wasn't home till early this morning, which means she had all night to do it. Damn it, Cassy! I can't tell Eric that though or else he will go into an even crazier rage.'
"You brought your kid's play thing to the office? What kind of lousy soldier are you? Do you want us all to die before you realize that you can't do some stuff?! When we get back, I'm telling the boss."
"Yes sir!" Michael responded with a salute.
Eric sighed then grunted. "Check in my bag, my drone should be there. The password is Ginnysfatass."
The blonde took out the drone and typed in the password to gain access to it using his Personal Soldier Interface of PSI for short.
"Still a weird password, you know?"
"He, you wouldn't get it. Not unless I told you the story of Ginny and her fat ass."
"Which you have over a hundred times-"
"Ginny was this cute girl that recently joined the plant on the day my training as a soldier began. It all started when she tried to rob the commander."
Michael sighed, knowing that Eric wasn't going to stop until he was done just made him want to get over this mission all the more. How Eric was so calm even though there was a zombie in front of them was still shocking to him, but he wouldn't show it until after. Even though he talked like that, Michael knew that Eric was still watching the monster non-stop, with his sniper rifle aimed at its head.
The drone took off towards the creature which stood aimlessly on the pastures, and its cameras zoomed in on it, giving Michael a clearer image of what it was.
"Is that a Rank 3?" Eric asked, as he couldn't afford to shift his neck from his current position.
"I doubt. It's too slender to be one. Oh, wait… it's looking at the drone." Came the response. Eric viewed the creature which also peered back at him through the drone.
"Hmm, if that's the case then it has to be a Rank 5." The grey haired veteran said non-chalantly, scratching his scruffy beard.
"A R-rank 5!? You-"
"Sssshhh… unlike the others, some rank 5s are capable of hearing or seeing. You could garner some attention." Michael gulped and nodded his head.
"Call for the Slayer. Tell them that a possible rank 5 has appeared."
"Alright." Michael took out his PSI then made to connect, but just then, sparks flew from it and it shut down, smoking. The heat caused him to grunt in pain and wave his hand furiously like a kid. Soon an explosion could be heard as the drone fell down next to the creature.
Eric looked at Michael through the corner of his eye and clicked his tongue.
'It's capable of sending out an EMP? And it didn't even roar or anything. No movement, no warning. This thing could be a Rank 6… In that case.'
"Michael, take over and monitor the zombie. I'll make the call." He said, then got up from his location. He picked up his walkie talkie and begun to tune it.
"We haven't used these old boys in decades. Let's see if they still work."
"Um… Eric."
"I know it's old fashioned, but we gotta try something."
"Erhm… Eric."
"What is it?"
"Is that one of the slayers?", Michael asked, pointing to the teenager in black standing behind the large zombie. Eric looked up and was surprised to see someone behind the zombie with their hands tucked in their pockets.
"Huh? No. That isn't a slayer."
"Then who is that?"
Eric's right eye glowed with a green aura. His Zombie Eye allowed him to see the amount of Type N blood pumping through a person's blood. And currently, the teenager behind the zombie had absolutely Zero of the Type N blood in him.
"Some suicidal teenager about to have his ass handed to him."