Frankenstein's Bastard Child

Volume 30

I had made it, damn this thing really had some juice! Maybe I should just print my name on the side of the scooter ¨Alice V.¨ across the right side? I'll think of something later right now there's only a few straggler zombies left but Muvere had almost completely ignored those ones (how thought full). They had moved their attention to breaking the pod holding the computer person that I've been talking to. The glass was almost broken but honestly I was surprised itś held up for this long, of course considering the fact that Muvere had blown through all that metal and taken on all those white coats (showoff). A stray zombie lunged at me. In response I ducked grabbing their legs, picked them up, and slammed them to the ground head first. If weŕe keeping score that makes 601 for me. I heard the shatter of glass behind me. They did it. I looked out the observation window to see what had happened to see Muvere (almost completely back to their original form) on their knees taking a break from the long endeavor. They'd need a little help fending off the strays so I needed to get down there as soon as possible. The containment deck was just one floor below the room with the computer so it didn't take long to make my way down. Muvere was still in the same position but the newly freed pod person was struggling to get up. Everytime they tried to place a hand or a foot down it slipped on the blue fluid and their body came crashing into the floor. Speaking of which, their body was a bit peculiar. I couldn't see even a shred of humanoid flesh on their body except for their face which was mostly covered with mop of orange hair. I couldn't bear to see them scramble helplessly like that any longer.

"Here let me help you doll." I went over and slung their mechanical arm over my shoulder. They seemed to be a bit groggy from the way they spoke but still definitely conscious.

"D-doll?" Their voice sounded raspy which made sense seeing as how long they were in that tank. I got the mechanical boy to his feet and held him steady.

"It's ok it's just what I cal-" Before I could finish my sentence a metal fist collided with my chin shattering half of my jaw and sending me backwards slightly dazed. They stood panting before me, slightly shaking.

"You did this." They tried to walk closer but slipped and fell on the fluid. "It's my feeding time, you're supposed to feed me." They grasped for a pile of wires trying to shove them in their mouth to no avail. They'd probably sustained some mental damage. This could get a bit dangerous depending on what their talent is.

"Gmbh gargph pweef tlake mwe bwakc!" The wires fell out of their mouth like pasta noodles hitting the floor with a wet clang.

"Why did you break my home? I don't want to be here. IT'S TOO FUCKING BRIGHT OUT HERE!?" I could finally see their singular eye which showed pale blue while the other socket was occupied by a disk slot like you would see on an old PC. The slot had occupied an exposed floppy disk that looked like it'd seen better days. I guess this was all very shocking. Not only were they trapped but they were also conscious. I can't imagine the kind of things they had to endure. Before I could go to them one of the stray zombies had managed to sneak up on them and honestly I was kinda tempted to let that happen. I only jest of course. It wouldn't be hard to take out and I still had a single saliva covered ball bearing left so paralyzing it wouldn't be a problem. The floppy disk in the pod person's eye began to sink further into the crevice causing them to tense up. I pointed my deringer at the zombie.

"Hey I know you don't like me but you need to duck." My mouth still hurts like hell from the punch. They just stood there shaking. I tried to call out again.

"Listen your body's made of metal so this won't hurt you but you're in my shot so move." They froze.

"Metal?" The zombie lunged at the pod person. I didn't have an opening and shooting the engine would be pointless. Just as my thoughts began to race, their hand grasped the zombie's jaw like Hamlet would hold a skull. They began to mumble which slowly turned to a voice portraying confidence and power (something I had yet to see from them).