Chapter Fifty-One: Jade

Jade stuck her last bomb to a crossbeam, ensuring that the T-junction would be reduced to rubble. Aside from the eeriness of the Bunker being so devoid of life, she’d managed to plant her share of explosives without trouble. She was glad to be done with the task, eager to join the forces preparing to fight their way through the hordes at the front of the Bunker. Following orders came naturally to her, but she only felt truly satisfied on the battlefield. Aside from the horrors she’d dispatched before making her way to the Bunker, she’d not gotten the chance to kill anything since arriving in the Necropolis. She didn’t know if she’d be lucky enough – or strong enough – to survive the ordeal, but she made a vow to herself to at least feel the blood of her enemies against her skin one more time before she died.

That chance presented itself far faster than Jade anticipated. She almost never got it at all, suspecting the quick footfalls she heard from beside her to be a panicked survivor. She turned towards the sound, not recognizing the blonde rushing towards her. When she noticed no signs of panic, only malicious glee, in Zelda’s undead eyes, Jade realized the woman was a threat. She readied herself to attack, barely hearing the softer footsteps behind her. Not bothering to check, Jade threw herself into a flip to the side, back down the hall she’d come down, narrowly avoiding Rebecca’s clutching hands. She ducked back to avoid a kick from Zelda, pulling her staff free and flipping it up in front of her.

The women weren’t typical zombies. That much was obvious from the way they moved. Even the slower one lacked the jerky sluggishness of typical undead husks. Beyond that, she saw a spark of intelligence in their milky eyes. Good, she thought, shifting her eyes from Zelda to Rebecca and back again. That means they might actually be a little bit of a challenge for me. As she let the pair close the distance a little, she singled Zelda out as the bigger threat. She had speed. It was a trait Jade shared. Making a feinting lunge towards Zelda, Jade spun and snapped a foot into Rebecca’s chest, knocking the undead woman away to give her time to deal with the blonde.

Although she’d spent the bulk of her young life in the luxury of royalty, Zelda had undergone enough combat training that her undead muscles knew how to carry themselves. After concluding her mission inside the bunker, she’d been on the prowl for something to kill. Her murderous urges were – if anything – stronger than Jade’s. She met the woman’s attack eagerly, feeling something other than the need to fuck and eat since becoming one of the undead. The thrill of combat drove her to match Jade’s speed, managing to dodge the swing of the woman’s staff several times and land a few powerful blows.

Jade picked up on Zelda’s training quickly, as well as her inexperience. That paired with the singular mindset of even her advanced undead brain made it almost too easy to set the blonde up. The strikes she endured were far from pleasant, but the dull pain radiating from her stricken flesh was like an old friend to her; easy to embrace and endure. Moving with the blows just before they connected helped to reduce their force. She barely felt the swiping kick to her jaw, spinning from it as soon as she felt the impact. Turning away from Zelda, she dropped low and shoved her staff back at a high angle. The move came too fast for even the enhanced zombie.

The sharp end of Jade’s staff smashed through Zelda’s teeth and punched through the back of her throat. Her body snapped rigid as the smooth metal cracked through the back of her skull, sending a sneeze of rotting brain matter against the wall behind her. Zelda’s eyes bulged, hands flopping against her hips and lips instinctively sucking at the rod-like thing stuffing her mouth before the twisted life animating her corpse faded away. With a hard yank, Jade pulled her staff free from Zelda’s head. The blonde’s body dropped to the floor in a limp heap.

What Rebecca lacked in speed and inherent fighting prowess, she made up for with wits. The Cockworm had returned a portion of her intelligence, albeit twisted to fit the desires of the Child. As Jade and Zelda sparred, she stayed back, watched. She’d seen the trick Jade concocted before it had culminated in Zelda’s end. She’d had the option of interceding, but even amongst the Child’s most favored, there was a spark of jealousy and desire to be the most prized. Besides, even Zelda’s failure served a purpose. Even if she’d been the favored winner, Jade had taken a bit of a beating from Zelda and now the woman’s confidence was bolstered by the seemingly easy triumph.

With Zelda dealt with, Jade turned her full focus on Rebecca. The undead woman was slower, but still fast enough to dodge her strikes – or block them with her arms when needed. Jade pressed her attacks, forcing Rebecca back. Dealing with her was proving to be more of an effort than she’d expected, but she only needed a single opening to leave Rebecca just as dead as her undead friend. Something in the back of her head told her to stay cautious, but after dealing with what she suspected was the stronger of the pair, it was an easy warning sign to ignore.

Jade realized she’d overcommitted to the lunging strike with her staff just before Rebecca’s hands clamped down around the weapon. She let out a yell as the undead woman yanked the staff from her hands. She dropped it and lunged towards Jade, slamming her shoulder onto the woman’s bust and wrapping her arms around the small of her back. With her body already unbalanced, Rebecca had little trouble tackling Jade to the floor. The sharp elbow Jade slammed into her side did little to dissuade her. Her dead flesh was even better at taking strikes than Jade’s toned body.

It wasn’t that Jade didn’t know how to defend herself without her staff, but after training with the weapon for so long, her hand-to-hand technique had suffered. The undead woman’s iron-like grip wasn’t unbreakable, but it was close. The pair wrestled violently, struggling for position. Rebecca’s gnashing teeth made the struggle even more tricky for Jade. She’d seen what a zombie’s bit would lead to. Becoming another member of the undead was not on her list of things to do. Jade’s top tore during the scuffle, exposing her firm, tanned breasts. Rebecca’s eyes shifted to the mounds of flesh, making the wardrobe malfunction a much needed distraction for the assassin.

Jade yanked an arm free from Rebecca’s grip and reached out to grab her staff, thankful that the weapon was still within reach. The shock of her sudden nudity didn’t keep Rebecca distracted for long. She slammed her hand down against Jade’s wrist, keeping her arm pinned to the floor, unable to properly wield her staff. Behind her green veil, Jade smirked. The subtle shifting of fabric wasn’t enough to clue Rebecca in on Jade’s thoughts. A green aura erupted from the staff. The weapon retracted in on itself before vanishing completely. She tugged her other hand free from Rebecca before the undead woman’s clever brain could figure out what had happened.

With an emerald flash, Jade’s razorang appeared in her opposite hand. She jerked her arm up, slashing one of the blades through Rebecca’s throat. Rebecca’s eyes widened with shock as the razorang cleaved through the meat of her neck, separating her head from her body for a second time. Her head tilted back, allowing a heavy spray of dark blood to splatter across Jade’s face. The assassin twisted her head to the side to avoid the bulk of the stale blood. The stuff stank, far sludgier than living blood, but it still left her with that tingle of excitement she’d been yearning for.

Unlike her previous experience with decapitation, the light did not dim in Rebecca’s undead eyes as her head began to topple from the rest of her body. With the central mass of the Cockworm buried in her head, she was able to survive. Tendrils sprang from the bottom of her neck, whipping about wildly for a moment before latching around Rebecca’s shoulders. Her head tilted forward again, briefly sliding back into its proper place. Just long enough to give Jade a grin and enjoy the look of confused horror in the woman’s eyes. Not giving her the chance to get free from the dead weight of Rebecca’s body, the animated head sprang onto Jade.

Jade shoved Rebecca’s limp form away, one arm coming up to try to pry the slithering tendrils away. The things moved too fast, looping around the arm holding the razorang and around her neck. The stump of Rebecca’s neck dragged over the top of Jade’s head, the Cockworm’s tendrils tugging at her. Jade screamed as the ropey tendrils yanked her arm from its socket, sending the razorang clattering to the floor. The pain of her dislocated arm became the least of Jade’s worries as Rebecca’s head began to yank harder on her own. She slammed her clenched fist into the side of the living head, trying to knock it away.

Jade howled as her neck stretched to its limits. Her skin tore like a jagged seam across her throat, blood pouring out of her, flowing through the valley of her cleavage. Muscle and tendon snapped with sharp cracks. Her scream ended with a messy exhalation of air and blood from her throat as her windpipe snapped open. Jerking upwards, Rebecca’s head dragged several gory inches of Jade’s spine from her body before giving the mostly severed head a hard twist. Bone splintered and Jade’s head came away from her flailing body. The woman’s face dulled, twitching spastically as she died. Rolling the head around in its tendrils, the Cockworm tossed it aside.

After losing her body for a second time, Rebecca’s head decided it was time for an upgrade. The tendrils slid into the stump of Jade’s neck, sliding into and through her body and pulling Rebecca’s head snugly into place. The undead medic’s pale skin tone mismatched against Jade’s tanned flesh. As the Cockworm infested the new form and asserted control over the recently snuffed out flesh, Jade’s dislocated arm popped back into place. Lifting her new hands, Rebecca ran them across the bloody tits she’d been admiring, releasing a soft, raspy giggle as she tweaked Jade’s brown nipples. The sensation of touching flesh that now belonged to her but not her own stirred Rebecca’s lust in a way she’d not felt since suffering her slowly fatal zombie bite.

Tugging aside the crotch of Jade’s outfit – soaked with the juices she’d worked up during battle and the piss she’d drained as she’d died – Rebecca reached over to grab the woman’s severed head. Pulling Jade’s face against her loins, she ground the woman’s own sopping cunt against her slack lips. The tip of Jade’s nose pressed pleasantly against now-Rebecca’s aching clit. Clutching fistfuls of the dead assassin’s hair, she arched her back, mashing her messy sex against Jade’s face with growing force. It may have lacked the pleasant fullness having a cock inside her provided, but it was more than enough to get her to a very satisfying orgasm.

***

“Bomb’s are in place,” Jack told Satsuki as she returned to the command center. “And you can scratch one freaky snake-fuck off the list, too.”

A look of concern crossed Satsuki’s face. “The others?”

“I didn’t see them and I don’t care enough to risk my life to go looking for them,” the tattooed woman shot back, absently reaching back to give her ass a gentle rub. “Are we good to blow this shit heap?”

“I hope so,” Satsuki replied. “Go on ahead to join the main assault group. I’m going to wait a little longer to see if Gogo and Jade make it back.”

Jack sighed and headed towards the exit. “Like it matters,” she muttered on her way out. “We’ll all probably be dead soon enough anyway.”

It wasn’t long after Jack left that Satsuki heard the heavy stomping of feet coming her way. She prepared to hit the trigger for the explosives, not nearly naïve enough to assume the stomps were from Gogo or Jade. Her suspicions were confirmed as Kerrigan’s Child squeezed into the command center. With Gogo’s severed head clutched in one hand – finally pried free from her helmet – it was a safe bet that Jade wouldn’t be coming either. Satsuki hit the trigger without hesitation.

The Bunker shook violently as explosions ripped their way through the expansive structure. Satsuki could see a pack of zombies advancing just behind the Child. As the destruction crept closer, the shuffling figures were crushed under the rubble. A plume of smoke and dust rushed into the command center, thick enough to even obscure the Child’s hulking figure momentarily. The command center was saved from the collapse, but there was no longer any way out of the room. The path to the front, to the rest of the survivors, was buried under chunks of cement and twisted metal.

“This ends here, monster,” Satsuki told the Child.

The Child let out a slithering laugh, lifting Gogo’s head up and ripping the majority of her face away. She chewed messily, swallowing the flesh down before tossing the head aside. “We’ll see, morsel,” she hissed back.