Chapter Fifty-Three: Lilith

With shear numbers and the panicked desire to go on living on their side, the majority of the survivors managed to fight their way through the group of undead gathered at the front hatch. With the Bunker collapsed behind them, they had no choice but to keep pressing forward. They managed to secure a beachhead, but even that was a far cry from making it free of the onslaught bearing down on them. There’d not been time to put together any kind of cohesive plan of action beyond ‘Try to Live’. It was an easy enough strategy to comprehend, but much more difficult to achieve.

Azula pushed her way to the front of the group. She’d been left in charge of the survivors, but more than that, her fire bending abilities made her one of the heaviest hitters they had left. She could still feel the fatigue from her fight with Daenerys, but she pushed through it. Her missing finger ached each time she conjured up a fresh eruption of flames, beating and burning back the Legions as they tried to close in and crush the survivors. Gunfire thudded in her ears as the gun-totting survivors lent their support, taking out the waves of zombies shuffling towards them.

Lilith triggered her ability to Phasewalk within the clustered group of survivors. Concealed within the group, the Legions were unable to see her vanish and remained unaware as her invisible form strode out amongst them. Her powers afforded her the freedom to survey the field of battle without fear of being suddenly killed. She moved fast, knowing she would only have a limited amount of time before her cloak failed her, and found that while the battle was far from finished, they had managed to thin the horde out fairly significantly. Spotting the weakest point of their frontline, Lilith hurried for it. The plan rolling around in her head was insane. She just hoped it was insane enough to succeed.

Darting into the loose line of creatures, Lilith gathered up her remaining energy. Her Phasewalk ended as she became the epicenter of a violent explosion of glowing blue energy. The force of the blast tore the creatures closest to her to pieces while flinging others into the air. A few collided with one another hard enough to shatter bones. One or two managed to get tossed far enough to slam into the sides of buildings, dropping to the ground as shattered lumps of dead flesh. And in the wake of it all, Lilith stared proudly at the hole in the frontlines she’d managed to create for herself and the others.

The timing of Lilith’s attack was perfect. Azula and the others had just finished dealing with the foremost creatures and were making a push forward. Seeing the opening, Azula called for the rest of the survivors to head for it. She kept her flames burning hot, scorching away the monsters closest to them, working to widen the path through the frontline. Taliyah swooped in fast, riding a risen portion of cement. The brunette’s hands moved, controlling the earth as smoothly as Azula controlled her fire. The lengths of fabric extending from her sleeves whipped through the air as she rose a pillar of stone into the face of a Big Man, shattering his head. She twisted, pulling up a chunk of road and flinging it into a small crowd of zombies attempting to close in on Azula. Azula gave the geomancer a nod of thanks before continuing her assault.

With the path mostly cleared, the survivors made a dash for the exit from the certain slaughter the horde promised. Thanks to the combined efforts of Lilith, Azula, and Taliyah, the bulk of the survivors managed to make it through the frontline. But the effort to escape was not without casualties.

A Hell Flyer dropped onto Kunimitsu’s shoulders, hooking his scrawny legs around her neck. The masked redhead reached up, frantically trying to play the creature away only to have her fingers bitten. With a cackle, the Hell Flyer hooked his hands under Kunimitsu’s chin. He pulled hard, stretching her neck. The woman stumbled, twisting and turning, calling for help. The Hell Flyer let out a triumphant squeal as Kunimitsu’s flesh and bone gave way. He pried her head away from her body, enjoying the flow of hot blood against his aching member. His wings flapped as her flailing body collapsed out from under him. Shoving his way up Kunimitsu’s neck stump, he let her severed head adorn his rigid cock as he flew higher. He slid the redhead’s mask off of her slackened face and onto his own, darting out of the fray before any of the other survivors could pick him off.

Beruka made the mistake of glancing down at one of the corpses littering the street and found it was one she recognized. Seeing Camilla split in half down the middle put a falter in her steps. The Deathscythe responsible for the gruesome act hadn’t gone far and eagerly charged towards the startled young woman. Beruka spotted the creature advancing and turned to face him, barely managing a gasp before the tip of his bone-bladed arm punched through the bridge of her nose and ripped through her head. A muscular spasm shot through Beruka, bringing the axe she clenched in one hand up. The blade of the axe crunched through the side of the Deathscythe’s face, delivering a fatal post-mortem blow to the creature. The two collapsed against one another, sliding towards the street as their mutual death spasms created a macabre dance.

Menat nearly made it through the gap in the Legions. The survivors just ahead of her managed to dodge the charging Hell Hound. If not for an unfortunately timed bead of sweat getting in her eye, she may have been able to as well. The beast’s massive head slammed into her gut, knocking the air from her lungs and flinging her to the street. Her perky ass dragged painfully against the asphalt for a few feet before finally coming to a stop. She managed to roll over before the Hell Hound pounced, letting out a terrified shriek as its powerful jaws dug into the small of her back. The Hell Hound chewed bloody chunks out of the young woman as she flailed beneath it. Menat’s teeth ground into one another as the beast’s teeth clamped shut around her bloody spine. With a hard twist of its head, the Hell Hound snapped through her vertebrae, leaving her paralyzed. Menat suffered a lingering death as the terrible hound feasted upon her flesh.

Lilith panted heavily, wiping the sweat from her brow. The Phasewalk had taken more out of her than it usually did but seeing the majority of the survivors getting through the frontline had the fatigue she felt worth it. She let the others move past her, taking a few moments to regain her strength. When the bald woman with the extensive tattoos reached out to give her a high-five on her way past, Lilith couldn’t help the tired laugh. Amidst all the death and the still likely possibility that the small victory wouldn’t amount to much, even the small moment of celebration was a much needed break from reality. Lilith turned, not wanting to fall too far behind the others.

Lilith cried out as the Impaler’s skewering arm hit her back. The tip punched through her, exploding from between her breasts. She stared down at it, eyes wide with shock, before turning her head to look up at the crab-like nightmare towering over her. Her chest heaved, terrified sobs already working their way out of her as the creature hoisted her into the air. Her hand fumbled for the pistol at her side, managing to draw it free of its holster before promptly dropping it. Blood poured down her back and through her cleavage. “N-not fair,” she croaked out at the Impaler, feeling her head growing foggy.

The opening Lilith had created had only bought the survivors so long. Already, the Legions were regrouping, positioning themselves to close in around the fleeing party. Azula searched for a defensible area, somewhere they could pause to hold off the monstrosities while they came up with a new plan to escape. But, as far as she could see, the open road offered no form of cover. She kept on fighting alongside the others, trying to ignore the growing voice in the back of her head that said they were all doomed.

As she’d lay dying with the Child’s cock stuffed through her, Satsuki knew nothing of how the other survivors were fairing. Her last ditch attack came as the Legions were closing in, transforming the slaughtering field into a chaotic free-for-all. With the sudden removal of the higher power controlling and organizing them, the myriad of abominations lost all sense of what they were doing. The feedback of pain that came from the abrupt end of psychic control sent them into a frenzy, no longer able to tell survivor from fellow monster. The resulting insanity gave the survivors a much needed chance. Azula called for them to run, and they did.

Before the Impaler could close its mandibles around Lilith’s head, the madness erupted. The territorial nature of the creature led it to forgetting all about the tasty meal skewered on its claw. Lilith was flung free, hitting the ground hard and rolling several times before landing on her back. She clung to the barest slivers of life, unable to do anything as the blood continued to pump from the gaping wound through her torso. The ground thudded around her as the two Impalers clashed. Their size and ferocity made short work of any creature unfortunate enough to stumble into the range of their swiping claws.

The earth rumbled beneath Lilith as she lay helplessly amidst the battle. More than once she wound up crushed under one of the Impalers. Tears flowed down her cheeks, not caring which of the monsters came out ahead, just wanting an end to the pain. When an end to the fight finally came, she wasn’t even sure if the victor was the same one that had impaled her. The dying shrieks of the losing Impaler filled her ears as the victor ripped its claws into the thing’s soft underbelly, stabbing into it again and again until the creature finally expired.

The remaining Impaler stumbled back from its defeated foe. With the battle for dominance concluded, the creature turned its attention back to Lilith’s body. She shook her head weakly as it advanced, managing only the weakest of grunts as it plunged its claw through her belly. As she was lifted into the air again, she vomited up a torrent of blood, body shuddering as she neared death. The Impaler was more than happy to assist her on that journey, stuffing the woman’s head into its maw and chomping down. Her head burst between the mandibles, body giving off one last shudder before slumping limp on the creature’s claw. Stretching its mouth open wider, it stuffed Lilith’s chest inside, continuing its meal as the Legions went wild around it.