Zo̱ntanoús Nekroús: Chapter Five

Alec P.O.V

I looked out across the city, the fire reflecting into my eyes. Smoke barreled across the horizion in plumes of green, red and black hell. I stood on the edge of the Hotel Taramnto, my eyes gazing out at the infestation below. Zo̱ntanoús Nekroús swarmed the block, chewing at every living thing that crawled. Anger was slowly swirling into a ball of hate in my gut...I hated him...my father...the person who had started all of this...

There had been 8210 casualties in the last six months. That's right- months. Staring out into the sunset usually calmed me, but today I was pumped. Adrenaline flowed through my blood like water across rocks, and my hair was pulled back into a bandana. A pair of transition glasses rest on my nose, and my body was covered in a black wife-beater, a black jacket, and ripped jeans.

I flexed my fingers and a fire ignited in my palm. It was green and white and black all at the same time. In the fire I saw my face, flickering like a rippling image in a lake.

Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder. My first instinct would have been to attack- out of reflex, of course- but I knew that no zombies could penetrate this hotel. My scouts had set up rather powerful wards around this place, sending off any ZN that got to close.

Instead, it was Octavio- my right-hand man. He was dressed in a sleeveless, pin-striped buisness suit- his usual battle garb- and blue jeans. His Yankees hat was swiveled to the side, and a large Cuban cigar hung out of his mouth, small rings of smoke slipping off of it.

Ocativo's face was firm and set, like a hard worked warrior's should be. He had a black goatee that came to a point near the base of his neck, and his scraggly black hair fell low over his golden eyes which I could clearly see behind his hair. Strapped across his back was his Greek fire-flame thrower.

"Ready to go, Cap?" he said, helping me up from the roof. I looked around. The sun had set completley, and darkness had over run the city. This- of all the times- was the worst part of anyone's day. Blood curdling screams of women, children, and men could be heard throughout the city. The zombies low groans and bellows echoed in and out of the buildings.

I extinguished the flame in my hand and walked over to my long, black desk which sat at the very edge of the roof, overlooking the city. "What's the plan for attack?" Octavio asked me as I yanked open a desk drawer.