The living survive the undead.

Chapter 8 - A small incident

The sun had begun to set over the horizon; a whole mantra of reds and oranges light up the sky. The three boys and their unconscious demon made their way through the town without a thing going wrong until they were in the city centre. The street lamps were flickering, rats were everywhere and lifeless corpses littered the street. A loud groan came from behind them making Caleb cling to Ryder's arm. "Chill Caleb. I believe or little companion here is waking up." Shrugging his shoulders a bit to jostle Marxihr about, the red headed demon soon woke up. "Morning...What'd I miss?" He mumbled. "First thing's first; its 6 pm so it's evening. Second, we are getting Chinese food. You know the place." Marxihr glanced over his shoulder nodding at the blond before turning to look at Robin. "Well aren't you a fresh face. Marxihr, nice to meet you." The demon held out his hand.

Shaking his hand "Robin. I'm not such a fresh face but nice to meet you to. Properly." Mumbling the last part, Robin turned his attention back to the ground. Eventually the two struck up a conversation. They had some common interests even though believing in different ideology, magic and science. Marxihr had always had an interest in biology, yes he was a demon who could rip apart a human at will but he wanted to know the functions behind each organ. On the other hand Robin wanted to learn more about magic and how it works; indeed Robin was a man of science through and through but for 'science' he would like to learn.

Thud. "Ouch!" Ryder dumped the demon off of his shoulder and onto the ground. Slowly Marxihr stood up, brushing off the pebbles and dust from his waist coat. Looking through the grids, Ryder started feeling around for a way to crack it open without making too much noise. "Stay here and I'll check around the back." Ryder instructed. Marxihr scoffed, crossing his arms and shaking his head. Robin and Caleb shrugged and leant against the wall while they waited.

Time passed slowly as the trio waited. It was quiet. It felt like Ryder had been gone hours.

"Fuck! Get off of me!" A faint shout was sounded. All ears perked up as they headed towards the sound. Gunshot fired as well. Several bangs followed by thuds before the trio got to the place. As the turned a corner they saw Ryder getting smothered by a hoard. Caleb and Ryder began to smash into the hoard with their melee weapons. Brains, hands, fingers, eyes and teeth flew past them and landed onto the floor behind them. While the show of testosterone was happening, Marxihr strode around the bodies as the fell to the floor examining them; if the bodies were alive the demon jammed the heel of his shoe through the eye socket, stopping all movement of the body.

Their world was quiet again. The three covered in blood stood catching their breath. "Took you long enough boys. I even had to step in because you couldn't kill them. Just look at me shoes!" Marxihr lifted up his leg, showing his black heels with blood splatters up the material. "Ruin the Prada did we?" Ryder joked, wiping his blood stained hand on his jacket "Soon as we are in a shopping centre we can get you some new shoes. For now, we are getting some food from here." The Blond motioned to the door, pulling on the handles. The doors didn't budge. "Ah crap."