Monster Island

I stared into the dead man’s eyes. “Listen, I don’t have time for this.” I gestured for Marisol to get the others, to keep filling in the hole. She ignored my waving hand and stared at the mummy.

I do. I’ve all the time in the world, lad. More time than I want, to be frank. I have a certain accommodation with the fine lady of Egypt you see here. Her and her mates. Now I can’t lift a finger to aid you, seeing as I haven’t any. I’m fully bodiless right now, to the extent I had to borrow this poor bloke’s mouth. She has a real talent for knocking heads, though. Are you interested in hearing more, lad, or should I piss off and leave you to your bricklaying?

I had seen how strong the mummies were. How many of them could there be, though? Hardly enough to take on the crowd of dead people outside the wall. They might slow the walking corpses down. It might be enough.

Still. I’d come this far by knowing not to trust the dead. “You obviously want something in return. Help us and we’ll talk about it.”

Marisol kicked me in the shin. “He means he’ll do whatever you ask.” She stared at me and mouthed the words “hey, asshole”. Then she jerked her head in the direction of the dead mob, maybe five minutes away from us at their current speed.

I guess she had a point.

The dead man smiled.It’s nothing you’ll mind doing. It’s just finishing what you started. I’m a two time loser, friend. I sacrificed myself to save the world and I failed at dying. I tried to oversee the end of the world but I was no good at being dead. What comes after that? What’s more important than the end of the world, I’d like to know. There’s got to be something for me still, because I’m not allowed to just die. Do you ken it now? I’ve been shivered down to fragments of what I was. I can’t rest until they’re reunited. And I think you know who’s holding the best of me.

“No-I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I confessed.

The dead man’s eyes rolled in their sockets. One of them got stuck showing only white.Gary, you oaf! Finish him off! Until he’s well and truly dead I’ll never sleep easy! He ate me-bit into my head like a melon, and now he’s got half my soul in his belly. Free me and I’ll save all your friends.

“Gary’s still alive?” I asked.

“You said he was dead,” Marisol insisted. Well, I had said that. I’d believed it, too. I shrugged.

I’d set him on fire. Burned him alive, or undead, or whatever. Then again I’d also seen him take a bullet in the head and he’d come back from that.

I glanced over at Gary’s fortress. It was still smoking, though I couldn’t see any more sparks shooting out of its top. I was unarmed and already exhausted. If I didn’t do this, though, he would just come back. Over and over again, forever, until everyone I knew and loved and cared about was dead. Including myself.

“Don’t wait for me if I don’t come back out in time,” I told Marisol.

“Okay,” she replied.

Just as I began to move the mummy punched the dead man so hard in the face that his head collapsed. I might have shrieked a little to see that. The mummy ignored me. I guess my conversation with the ghost was over. She climbed over our pathetic attempts to fill the hole in the wall to stand outside, her arms crossed, waiting for the dead to come. From inside the fortress other mummies emerged-maybe a dozen of them in total. They moved far more quickly than the dead ought to. I gave them a wide berth on my way back inside.

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