Creations take time. lots of it. We have to select people carefully, put them through what we went through but at a quicker pace, and then make then side with us.
Sadly even if it succeeds, they are much weaker than us, and don't last.
If anything, we use them for decoys, for very special, and I mean very special jobs.
This only proves how big this job is. We had the troupe select a few people, and imediantly began the process. I did not take part in this, I was busy getting my arm fixed, and scouting the city. It was boring to say the least. I did my research on some of the stuff the were auctioning. I mean I'm helping, so I want something. Then I saw it. One of MY mothers rare earings. My father made them for her, using extremely rare jewels, and metals. They were beautiful, and off limits.
It made me curious. As to how they need up on this auction.
So I tried to do some more digging, and came up with dead ends. A complete waste of time. I checked in frequently with the troupe, as the core had ordered me to do. It was my leasy favourit part. They would tease me, even tried to provoke me into a fight. It almost worked a couple times. Fortunately Chorno was there to stop it.
As time went on, and I was very aquainted with the city, and the aqution area I found myself so defi g how those boys were. Did they manage to pass? Are they still alive? Are they stronger? Will they become a threat?
As long as they ran through my brain, I was somewhat entertained. I had something that genuinely interested me for the first time, in a long while. So I decided that I was going to claim them, if I ever saw them again. They would be mine and then they would be safe, and I could play with them.
I was so content imagining what we could do together, that time flew by. And before I knew it. We were ready.
The plan was almost complete. It was the creations, that needed more time. Because only three had survived so far. And the convincing stage does take a while. But there honestly is no reason to fear, their logic and sense of justice has already been warped. So it's only a matter of time.
I was dressed up. Very fancy, it was a little awkward at first, but I liked how I looked. After I snuck in I wandered around until I met with the troupe. And that's when the fun began.
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FanfictionWelcome reader, this is your story. You live a messed up life. When people hear zombie the first thng that comes to mind is a undead, flesh eating monster. But your not that different. You and the few selected people, can't die by ordinary standards...