Army of the Damned

VOLUME 4 Chapter 5

Streaks of light hit the face of the man as sounds of traffic and thousands of shoes walking by awakened him. Peeking his eye slightly, Alana in her thin white nightgown opened the window as his blanket was slowly getting pulled. Checking the clock, it was already 10:30 in the morning yet, out of the spur of the moment, he grabs the spare pillow and hugs it tightly.

"M'Lord, your breakfast is already getting cold. Alice and Jenny also both need to be introduced to the city." not moving, Bahamut's maw opens, her sharp predatory teeth slowly closing in on his toes. "OKAY, OKAY!" Suddenly standing up, the Dragon was ready to go all out as it slowly retracted its head from his feet. Brushing the back of his head, the man got up and looked around.

On the skyscraper opposite of his, skeleton construction workers were hard at work in replacing the damaged window frames as more people were moving in by the moment. "Looks like alotta folks want to stay in a modern city..." Wearing only his long sleeve shirt and general's slacks. He goes on ahead to the living room. Greeted by the sight of the two dolls by the sofa, watching TV as on the wooden table was a pair of plates. Bacon and eggs plus garlic fried rice.

Sitting down, Alana quickly handed him a glass cup that's been washed to absolute perfection as he took the plate covers off and began taking bites. Bahamut jumps to his lap, newspaper on her mouth. "Huh?! Where did you get this?"

"M'Lord, I suggest you do not look into this. Our neighbor is lest with his happiness as something his was... appropriated by her." Facepalming, he looked at the headline first which was a big bolded "Demon Players Treatment Questioned!" with a large photo of a player standing before the UN Podium, hand up and a fiery expression on her. "Oh damn, is it that bad?" Alana sat on the empty chair next to him and opened her smartphone. Occasionally taking glances at him as she began to swipe up.

Noticing this, Jackson lowers the paper and leans out towards her. "Are you on... that knockoff Twitter site?" looking at him, she slowly nodded her head. "Wah... you know, what. Sure." Returning to eating, the Countess suddenly had a smile come to her. "M'Lord, what's your Robin account? I'd like to follow you." Eating his bacon, he looked up to her with the piece of meat on his mouth.

"DragonLover Four-Twenty." with a squint of the eye, she began to type it down on the search bar. With both hands on the phone, the young teenage looking Vampire seemed like a Grandma as she slowly typed in each letter. Leaning into the screen. "Profile picture is Bahamut on top of Junior's saddle."

"Ah! There it is...! Uhm..." his profile had the location marked on the Demon Continent of Tur, with a description being only "I like meat, swords, guns, and dragons." swiping up, his last activity was a few months ago and it was a poster for a Dragon Event in Mid Continent.

Scrolling down even more, most of the links were gone and the only things that remained were from the in-game internet database. With most of it being retweets of announcements of the Guild of Dragon Owners and Riders and lore bits about Dragons.

He had never posted a photo of himself nor typed anything. With his entire timeline being exclusively filled with dragon stuff. "Uh huh... then, M'Lord, may you follow me back?" reaching for his pockets, he shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry, don't have-" looking to his right, Alana was already standing still, his phone in hand. "Okay then. Ahem."

Opening the phone, he downloads Robin and begins to go through his passwords. "Oh! Look Alice! What a nice dress!" Alana, whose face was focused on him, looked up to the living room, with large windows behind the large flatscreen TV, the center one having its binds closed. The Countess notices the elegant emerald colored gown. "Oh! Indeed! That'd look well on you Alice! Although... you're a bit too small for such sizes."

Finally logging in, he sees the notification and presses on the follow back on a user named "CountessoOfTheNight" and closes it immediately. "Wait a sec..." he then opens the phone back and sees the profile picture was when they were eating together at the fine dining restaurant. "A-ah-ah.... Alana... why... is that your DP?" she then presses the profile for him.