"What's happening?"
Zoey anxiously paces around the room she found herself in. It is some type of clinic, but the windows and doors are barred and locked. She assumed they were back in detention.
Zion, however, is gnawing at the cuffs he's wearing. These specialized cuffs have a small pointy needle piercing his wrist, injecting a temporary neutralizer to disable an underling's use of their Zystem. A small dose could effectively stop someone like him.
"Damn Zoltards and your neuter serums, I hate you!"
Zion snorts as saliva accumulates and drips down his mouth. He could taste the metal of his cuffs.
"Why would they detain us again?"
Zoey asks herself, huffing and crossing her arms.
"Maybe because Zachtard is trying to cross me!"
Zion gives up and surrenders himself on the bed, lying flat, face down.
"I wonder what's happening outside, what's making that noise?"
Zoey sits on her bed, a few feet from Zion, separated by a curtain.
"Muffbe darenforfmet."
Zion replied, his voice muffled by the pillow he was pressing his face against.
"What?"
"I said, it must be the reinforcement. Zark and I were only supposed to be scouting, but that dumbass decided to make a noise! What a true reta—"
Zion lifts his head enough for him to speak properly, but before he can finish, Zoey slides the curtain open.
"What?!"
Zoey jumps from his bed onto Zion's back.
"You could've told us that earlier! Why didn't you say something?!"
Zoey frustratingly tugs Zion from his bed, pulling and pushing his jumpsuit up, trying to get him out of bed.
"I did! I spilled everything to Zach and the weirdo sideburns dude, along with that angry lady!"
Zion turned red, his cheeks blushing.
"So they knew?"
"Well, they didn't know when they'd be coming here. I never expected them to come at all!"
"They must be looking for you."
"Maybe. But I don't care. I ain't coming back to their poor ass camp! I like it here. You got beds!"
"Then we should help the others. Zeth and Zach must be out there! If you want to stay in the city, then prove your loyalty to the Force!"
"Fine."
Zion groans. He tucks his arms beside his chest, completely planking on the bed. Hands still cuffed.
"But can you get off of me for a sec and maybe wait for five minutes before we go?"
Zion said awkwardly. His voice had a tinge of uncomfortable tone, but he still retained his loud persona. His body stiffens, especially the lower part, hiding what rises.
"Huh? Why can't we go now?!"
Zoey jumps off of him. She runs to the locked door.
"Help me open this door!"
Zoey said as she pulled the knob. She struggled to do so because of its metal frame, which was built similarly to prison isolation cells, and it was locked from the outside.
Zion continues to lie flat on his stomach. He buries his face into the pillow once more.
"Shtupid."
He said with his face completely red.
Suddenly, the metal door opens. Zoey steps back in surprise. She smiles, thinking they have been rescued, but her hope fades as she realizes what greets them.
Standing in the doorway is a familiar and terrifying person with piercings all over their face and a metal rod impaling their ears. This towering figure emits an undead aura so powerful that Zion and Zoey are completely frozen in horror.
…
"You have delicious skin."
A very grotesque-looking woman in front of Zephyr said something obnoxiously. Her skin is filled with warts, some even secrete a disgustingly juicy pus. Her throat bloats, and she lets out a croak.
Surrounding Zephyr are a few downed Zoldiers. Their skin and faces were riddled with exploded pimple-like wounds.
They are in a standoff, standing at least ten feet away from each other. Zephyr's Meltdown has already done some damage, almost nearing bluntness. Meanwhile, her enemy in front is tweaking, snarling most of the time, just observing Zephyr.
"Come here, Lucy… Lemme get a taste of that skin!"
"My name is not Lucy, you dumb whore. It's Zephyr Alister, rank Triple Zero captain of Team 25 of the Zoldier Forces! Better remember that before I kill you!"
"Ooh! Feisty, me likey… Say, are you connected to the acclaimed Alister Family per chance?"
"Per chance? The fuck. Tsk! Yeah, so what?"
Zephyr begins to step sideways, planning to look for an advantage. Boots scraping against the cracked ground, trying to look for better footing.
"W-what?! So, you're related to the great Ali Alister!?"
"Yeah, he's my uncle, you bitch. What, you're his ugliest fan?"
Zephyr snorted. She gripped her Meltdown tight; it hums with heat, preparing to strike.
"No… I'm his lover! We had a daughter. He must have told you about me. I'm–"
"I don't care, bitch! He won't fuck around with a threat level Double-Z like you!"
Zephyr lunges forward, the blade of her Meltdown pointing towards the enemy's throat. But her opponent dodges drunkenly, contorting her spine backwards.
The enemy in front of her starts bawling, but her face reveals a wicked grin, her eyes wide and almost bulging.
"You! You! You might be my long-lost daughter."
"Shut up, freak! Ugly ass whore!"
The enemy bends her body lazily, avoiding Zephyr's strikes.
"Don't you recognize me? I'm your Mama–"
"Shut up, you're my zit-fucked training dummy that I'm about to kill! Crazy ass bitch!"
"Zit! Yes! Zit! That's the name Ali gave me! Zit! Zit!"
Zit bounces backward, smiling wickedly, opening her arms and anticipating Zephyr for a hug.
"Come! Hug Mama–."
Zit suddenly slouched and unleashed a torrent of vile, murky, and green vomit spraying out of her mouth. The wet and gooey projectiles hurl towards Zephyr with such toxic force.
Zephyr, gagging in disgust, ran in frantic circles, trying to avoid the spews. She took a glance and she witnessed the toxic streams hiss on contact, melting the ground with sizzling acidity.
What in the hell? Disgusting!
Zephyr whispers to herself as she showcases her parkour prowess, jumping and sliding over the obstacles presented before her. She turns to a corner and immediately vanishes, losing Zit's sight of her.
"Come out, sweety poo! Come to Mama! I wanna have a taste of your delicious skin!"
Zit slowly approaches the corner. Her careless steps produce a creeping, eerie rhythm.
"Come out and tell me where the others went!"
As she finally reached the edge, Zit spat a toxic ball of bile from her mouth, launching it at a toppled table where she thought Zephyr hid. To her dismay, she watched her bile melt the wood and sizzle, revealing the emptiness behind.
From the shadows not far away, Zephyr watched Zit pace around slowly, looking for her. She watched the enemy underling croak, with her throat bloating like a frog, as if she were reloading ammo.
Then Zit caught a sense of her undead aura.
Zit fires a burst of toxic ball of bile in Zephyr's general direction. To the Zoldier's surprise, she immediately jumps away from her hiding spot, but her reaction time was a bit late. A projectile hit her leg, melting the skin off, revealing a layer of flesh.
"Ha! Got you~"
Zit excitedly blurted as she lost sight of Zephyr once more.
"What do you mean you got me? I got you."
Zephyr said from the shadows, her voice echoing.
"Whatever you say. The next time I see you, it won't just be your leg that will be blessed with my Zystem!"
"It does sting a lot. Tsk!"
From her hiding place, Zephyr peels back her jumpsuit to inspect her leg. The toxin dried up, leaving a fresh, wet smear of mangled skin—she breaths heavily, a cluster of warts bubbling quickly around the injury.
"I know! My Zystem makes you pretty! It gives your smooth, empty, and ugly skin some texture that men want! That Ali wanted!"
"Lady, you should stop telling me stuff about my uncle because I don't think he met you or liked you."
"W-What do you know!? You know nothing!"
"True. But I know this!"
Zephyr sprints away from her cover, showing herself to Zit. The enemy gave chase while firing a burst of toxic spit. Every missed shot sizzles on contact, melting through the wood and stone foundations and walls. Zit stopped when she realized she had lost sight of Zephyr again. Her throat starts croaking in a frustrating tone.
"I know that your spit has its limitations. All Zystems do. I know that you can't just spit that thing forever!"
Zephyr shouted from the shadows, voice still echoing.
"Show yourself!"
Panicked, Zit desperately tries to hurry up her croaking.
"I know when you start croaking, you gotta wait before you use your Zystem again!"
Suddenly, a wall began to collapse toward where Zit stood. She leapt aside with a startled grunt, rolling into what she thought was a safe spot. But as she looked up, her eyes widened—the ceiling above unbuckled. There was no time to run. With a deafening crash, it came down on her.
Thick smoke covered the wreckage. Trapped beneath the debris, Zit struggles to move. From the haze, she saw a silhouette, Zephyr. Standing tall atop the rubble, pinning her.
"W- Wait! Lucy, wait! Lucy!"
Zit begs, she whimpers loudly, but it was all in vain.
Zephyr stepped down from the rubble. She crouched beside her, revealing a bloody, raw, and torn leg. The warts were gone, scraped off to halt the spread. There is pain in her face, but her eyes remained cold.
"I'm not Lucy, crazy underling whore."
Zephyr sinks both of her Meltdown's pointy ends on Zit's bloating throat. It popped unimpressively like deflated gum. Blood then spurts out, trickling down as the weapon sinks deeper.
Then Zephyr pivots her weapons upwards, to the brain. Finishing Zit off.