Trisha lay in a coma on life support, her parents crying near her hospital bed. Time was running out and the decision to discontinue the life support was being discussed. But unknown to her family and doctors she wasn't dead, but trapped inside, ins...
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"Here they come!" Nate yelled as the ghosts came flying up the mountain out of the forest. Rocks came hurtling from every direction, Nate using his powers to deflect them the best he could. Other than that he couldn't do anything about the ghosts, but Mike could. Mike shot bolt after bolt of spectre lightning at the ghosts, finally hitting another and destroying it. After twenty minutes of Nate defending and Mike attacking, they heard the moans and groans of the approaching zombie hoard. They came out of the forest into the rocky opening as a huge mass of rotting flesh, bulging eyes, and bloody faces. Some had parts of skeleton bones protruding from missing flesh and body parts. Others with missing limbs crawled along the ground.
Now Nate couldn't attack the ghosts, but he could attack the zombies, and since the opening was nothing but a rocky patch of land, he made a good work of it. A landslide of rocks and boulders met the approaching zombies mowing them down, berrying others, and breaking off body parts. But as the dust cleared the zombies got back up or dug their way out from under the rocks and continued to advance once more. Though many more were now crawling from missing legs and one with just an upper body, pulling itself up the mountain with its hands.
The moaning was deafening and chilling. Mike and Nate had their backs to the wall of vegetation and were only briefly slowing the hoard of zombies and were being harassed by the ghosts. Then a new threat emerged from the forest. A tall muscular knight walked out in full armor, shield, and a staff weapon. His helmet had two large tusks and his cape was shredded and old. The closer he came the clearer his appearance showed he was another undead being. But, this was no ordinary undead knight, this was an undead king.
"He's a Lich King!" Nate yelled. "An undead King who has somehow escaped death. I'm sure that Wraith Queen had something to do with it!"
An unholy scream came from the Lich King. An icy chill crept up Mike's spine from the sound, and he watched the fog they thought they had left far behind creep out of the forest and up into the rocky opening. And where there was fog, there was the dreaded wraiths. Nate hated the wraiths and wanted vengeance for his men. A few were in physical form from their earlier confrontation and Nate took great pleasure in squishing them with boulders.
"Go after the Wraiths! They are the biggest threat!" Nate yelled at Mike. The full moon was setting behind them to the west and to the east the sky was brightening as the Dreamers fought on. Spectre bolts shot from Mikes hands, boulders crushed Wraiths, landslides of rock plowed into the zombies, and ghosts returned fire with rocks of their own. It was a terrifying battlefield of undead gore.
"We don't have much more time before we wake up!" Mike yelled. "We have to do something quick to protect Trisha!"
"If we wake up, we'll just get some more pills and come back!" Nate promised. It seemed dangerous to Mike, but he agreed and would do anything to protect her.
The Wraith's could not leave the fog, and the fog was now just a dozen feet from the Dreamers. They flew back and forth in anticipation, while Mike and Nate continued to try to diminish their ranks and also keep the zombies at bay. Things were looking bleak, but they continued to fight to the last.
