Hiding behind Dog(@Gentlemanvaultboy) finally paid off. Seeing him flying off however made Zanni think twice. So instead of staying around, Zanni started sneaking away. Zanni realised as these people went in and took the blunt approach, he could just wait and slither in when the time was right. Also, did just another monster spawn(@Dealdric)? Right now, he needed chainsaws. Zanni ran and dived through the shop window they visited before and started searching. After restocking on chainsaws and butcher knives, he was armed and ready to steal the show.

Following Ash into the elevator, Alastair continued to examine the curio he had picked up though he spared a second to glance at the control panel. Strangely there was only one button, marked with a down arrow, giving a rather limited set of options for progressing; they could always exit the elevator, return to wandering the endless expanse of concrete, but something told Alastair that they would either find no other exits or somehow end up back here again.

“Whoever built this place did not want us leaving too easily I imagine.” He pushed the button and the elevator began to descend.

Turning his attention back to the device in his hands, Alastair began to mutter under his breath as he turned it over in his hands over and over. “This is man-made. Machined. Not a natural shape and the material feels metallic. But what powers it? What lies inside? Not a simple battery, no, no. You agree, yes? Magic powers this. A magical power source inside of a machine. A hybridization of the arcane and the technological. How very unheard of. How very… unwise. The idea is intriguing and that it was apparently successfully implemented has interesting implications but… attempting to mix science based on universal principals with a force that bends those principals… such endeavours do not go well.”

After what seemed like a few minutes the elevator reached a point where the shaft disappeared and the elevator was suddenly filled with unnatural light. Alastair recoiled and swore as he pulled his hood down low over his face and moved into the corner like a frightened animal. Peering out of squinting eyes Alastair could see an open space reminiscent of a large shopping mall, a location not at all out of place where he came from though it had been many years since he had visited one. The happy crowds of shoppers and consumers were replaced by a slightly less happy mass of shambling zombies however.

“I thought you said no-one had purview over the dead?”

@Illiren

Zanni started swinging around like the wheels of a bus. Holding one chainsaw thight between his grey hands, he continued to charge his dangerous attack. His arms became longer as his movement became faster. The moment the length of his arms doubled his height, he became unable to deliver the force necessary to keep it between his fingers. He launched the chainsaw in a perpendicular path straight to the tentacle monster. He had made sure to crank up the chainsaw way beyone point of repair or stopping it. Zanni stood there and waited for the sweet sound of the blades piercing through his opponent.

@Shadow Dragon@Gentlemanvaultboy@MikkishtheLeprechaun@Strong Potato

Slaen chopped down, hoping to cut the arm clean of, but missed by a few feet and landed in the horde. They bit and snapped, but it broke their jaws to bite his armor, and his flesh simply froze them if it was bit. He cut around him, throwing Fojrug in a circle around him, until he was with the group of warriors. "Tis' a good day to fight, eh undead jester?" he said after patting the zombie clown on the head.

Vinashy turns, eyes glowing, fangs bared. "A frost giant?! Just my luck, now it's the Mountain Wars, all over again!" He spins his scythe, and begins ripping the zombies around him to shreds. "Anyone have any blood? I haven't eaten in ages!"

@Shadow Dragon

Slaen wiped his head to the Vampire. "I'm not Jotun, bloodsucker! Call me it again and I'll freeze you and leave you to die by starvation." he said waving his axe menacingly.

He begins laughing. "I'm already dead, Spirit. I can't die again." His cape billows out behind him as he jumps. "And you'll have to catch me if you want to freeze me." He catches a ledge on the wall, and points at the giant zombie. "Would you mind killing that thing for us? None of our weapons seem to be doing anything." He grins. "Unless you're too weak to kill him." He flings himself accross half the mall and lands behind the giant zombie, then slashes it's back with his scythe. "Who ever kills it get bragging rights! And whatever it is that it's holding."

@Shadow Dragon@Gentlemanvaultboy@MikkishtheLeprechaun@Strong Potato

"The Boom-stick is mine!" and rushes the monster, throwing his axe at the beasts gun arm whilst preparing to grip the beast to freeze him.

Zanni suddenly feels a chill down his spine. Cold never really bothered him, until this point. This icy touch was colder than a witches tit. Zanni literally started shrinking and his body and arms became very floppy, like a jellyfish. The children he once pushed down a high staircase and himself now had something in common: paralysis from the neck down.

"C...C...C..."

Zanni breathed in.

"COLD, I TELL YOU, COLD!!!"

Zanni breathed out.

"N-nice meeting you, popsicle stranger... Brrrr..." (@Dealdric)

Zanni knew he could rather have this ice pick as a friend than a foe. Seizing control over all these people had to wait a long time. As Zanni started to feel his limbs again, the rotating blades that were forcefull jammed in the skin of the abomination now started to cut through its fleshy chest, with hopefully a mortal wound soon. Also, Zanni noticed a very particular sound.

"What? Is someone operating the elevator?" (@King Cosmos,@Illiren)

@Shadow Dragon@Gentlemanvaultboy@MikkishtheLeprechaun@Strong Potato

The axe severed and froze over the severed stump. The monster seemed confused by this, but Slaen rammed him and picked him up in a death-grip bear hug. The monster fought and fought, but to little avail. Flesh froze around Slaen's grip. "Someone cut the abomination's head off!"

He puts away his scythe, and jumps through the air, drawing his swords. He lands on the zombies shoulders, and uses the swords like a pair of scissors, slicing the head clean off. The body falls over, and he wipes the now bloodstained blades on the monsters shirt, then sheaths them and picks up the rocket lancher.

@Shadow Dragon

Slaen drops the body. "Hehehehah! Glorious bloodshed!" he eyes the Vampire with the RPG. "MINE!!" and attempts to tackles the vampire.

Zanni waddles up to the behemoth. After trying to pull his weapon out of the body, he sees that some tentacles have mixed themselves up with the exterior of the saw. Zanni starts pulling, but can't seem to find enough strength to break the tentacles and pull it out.

"Alright... Maybe I am ... unworthy?"

Zanni takes one of his other saw and starts cutting up the tentacles holding it in place. With a lot of effort, he pulls it off. Some of the long fleshy parts came off with the saw. With a yank, the engine starts running again. He was happy it wasn't broken.

"The heart truly contained the strongest muscles..."

Zanni puts the weapon on his back and makes his way up to the fighting duo. However, he spots Dog(@Gentlemanvaultboy) still hosing down zombies. Zanni decides to run up to him and offer aid. The fleshy ropes attached to the chainsaw still wiggle with every step.

Vinashy looks at Slaen, and backflips a good ten feet in the air, kicking him in the bottom jaw hard enough to flip him onto his back. He continues floating in the air, and shakes his finger at the giant. "Tsk tsk. Don't you know that snatching is wrong?"

@Shadow Dragon

Slaen landed tactfully with a metallic thud, then rose and huffed. "I'm captain of Helhiem's gate guard! I'll give your soul to lady Hel as compensation for leaving, although unwillingly, my post!" then he calmed. "Never mind, keep it. Although you're younger than me, I doubt you can use it." then went over to the severed arm and grabbed his axe. Then went up to the Vampire and smoldered at him. "And I'm not a Giant, blood-sucker." then went to kill the remaining horde.

He grins. "Oh, I don't have a soul. That thing died a long time ago. And if you're not a giant, what are you? A obese dwarf?" He rockets up to the ceiling, making sure to stay just out of range of attack."Tell me, why should I fear this "Lady Hel?" She doesn't sound too terrible. Probably only a minor goddess where you come from. And if you wanted to kill me, you missed your chance 600 years ago."

@Dealdric@Shadow Dragon@Strong Potato@gentlemanvaultboy

"Hey! You guys took him down without me. Good work!" Mikkish exclaimed as he walked up to the rest of the guys covered in gore. In addition to the bite he had taken earlier, he had a couple other scratches on him from when he was massacering zombies. In addition to this, as he was destroying zombie skulls with his bare hands he had gotten some blood in his mouth and maybe a drop or two in his eyes. As far as he knew, mages would be immune to zombie bites just as they were to nearly every other illness. He never thought to try and avoid it.

He overheard another undead, Slaen, speak. After looking over him for a second, Mikkish figured he wasn't hostile, and likely like the rest of them. Gunshots rang out from elsewhere in the mall.

"So are you...some kind of zombie viking?" He looked also at Zanii "Why aren't either of you trying to eat people and the rest of these zombies are?"

@MikkishtheLeprechaun

"Zombie Viking?! By Lady Hel's bosom, no! What is with you people assuming me something I'm not! The vamp thinks I'm a giant! You think me a Viking, and trust me, vikings wish they were me!" And he ripped off his helmet and it turned to vapor. His bearded pale face was cold with scruffy white hair and blue tattoos. "I'm an Ice Warrior of Helhiem! Slaen! Captain of the gate guard, at your behest. And you, sorcerer, are you the one who brought me to mid-guard?" and he pulled his axe out and stood imposingly in front of Mikkish. "Because, if you are, I'll have your hide as a pelt and your soul for my double-natured mistress..."

@Dealdric

Mikkish' chuckled and his eyes lit up with amusement.

"Buddy, I am every bit as confused as you are."

While Slaens lingo and behavior didn't surprise Mikkish at all, he was even sure he had killed a viking vampire before, he still found it funny. He though for a moment of them, a pretty badass, if ragtag, group of...sentient beings against all these zombies and a robot (referring to Naijio).

"This is probably Valhalla though."

"It wasn't him, you big oaf. No one knows how we got here, none of us know who this "Lady Hel" is supposed to be, and no one cares who she is. She can't help us, so she is worthless. If she's so great, why doesn't she save you?" He spits out the next sentence like a curse. "The Gods don't care. They never have, and they never will." His eyes glow evilly. "You're pathetic. A weakling, crawling in the footsteps of the great, trying your hardest to please those who don't even know you exist." He floats into the air, his cloak flaring out. "You have nothing when you work for another. All they do is use you, and what do you have to show for it? Pain, suffering, heartbreak, and death. That is all you get." He spins his scythe in anticipation.