The Underground(Lesbian Story)

Help in the form of age and wisdom

"Status report." These two words seem to be my favorite words today, but it's the only thing I can do right now. Be updated, give orders, and then get updated again.

"We've done the trade, we're going back up. Gerald's... Not looking good." The seriousness in Tristan's voice is all the visual I need. I stand up from my place at the desk and crouch over to a small box. This one has the name 'Gerald' written at the front. I was hoping never to use this for a mission.

Inside the box are experimental drugs that my aunt had developed for me. I had taken blood samples of Gerald after his first incident, and it seems like normal drugs won't work on him, especially the type of slayer that he is.

"What's that, Max? Are you inventing drugs now too?"

The voice behind me almost startles me, but I don't show it. I just turn my head to look at the person. Doctor Allen. "No. I had a relative develop this for me, for Gerald. She's one of the agents we have inside the WHO. She said to give this to a doctor in my team, if there is none, I just stab this straight to his heart."

"Why invent a drug, though?"

I stare at her. Is she stupid? Oh wait... She doesn't know.

"Gerald's body produces hormones in a highly different manner, the way his blood flows is also very different from ours. He can control his heart rhythm, his hormone levels and if he's in danger, his body produces twice the normal amount of Adrenalin you'd find from a person who just had a near death experience or is experiencing the fight or flight response." After that brief explanation, I pick through the small box before standing up. I hand her a small vial of clear blue liquid.

"Instructions are on the bottle, prepare a cot." I quickly turn away and head for the front of the camp, discretely wiping away a tear. It seems that someone caught the action though because a small hand is laid on my shoulder. It's Ashley. It's really only the three of us left here, well four, counting the injured Simon.

I give her a smile and a nod, patting her hand before turning back to the front. I'm listening to our shared communication, but I'm only hearing talks about being tired, wanting to finish this and updates on the progress of professor Klaus' group. I've yet to hear from Gerald's group, except for sniffling, but I refuse to believe it's from that group.

I open my mouth to speak, but a commotion cuts me off.

'What the hell is that?'

'What? where?'

'Up there, you see that?'

'It's just a piece of cloth, stop daydrea... Did that tombstone just move?'

'Now who's daydreaming?'

'Shut up, Taaashaa~' - Shanely

Shanely and Tasha?

'Uh... Max. There's uhh... something crawling out of the graves.'

'Idiot! those are zombies! Max! What do we do?'

Damn it. Do the demons even have necromancers? I didn't know they can control zombies. I'll look it up after. "Does the holy water work on them?" I didn't brush up on zombies because as far as everyone is concerned, zombies are a very rare occurrence. Necromancers rarely come up on reports, and when they do, it's usually isolated incidents. Like tribal shaman classed incidents. Why would there be zombies here anyway?

'Nope. I think we just pissed them off' - Shanely

'How do you even piss off the undead?' - Tasha