Necromancy is one of the many forbidden arts of the world, but it beats most of them in blasphemy and efficiency. From one side you're using corpses and sometimes souls of the deceased to do your bidding, which is against the Holy Scriptures of Lux and even without them, it's unholy and cruel. From the other side you can create a potentially infinite self-sustaining army that obeys your every command and the more you kill, the more soldiers you get. As such, necromancy can be a powerful weapon, but it must only be used as a last resort, as its every use damns and taints the soul, making you lose the path of Light

Lord Inquisitor Bismarck

"All ready to go boss!"

"Perfect. Good job"

"Thank you boss!"

The young man left, after having informed his leader that the preparations were finished.

"Well, then,let's begin"

The man left the tent just out of the city he was residing in. He was tall, very muscular and wore a heavy metal armor that accentuated these aspects. His face was torn by a scar over his right eye, but his happy-go-lucky attitude and reliability made him a trusted and friendly man between the adventurers. His name was Orecal Deatfe a man with 12 years of experience in the Guild and this was the third Raid he guided and it was against some goblins, he could have done it himself. But he thought that the other adventurers would accuse him of monopolizing the hunt or would get bored. There also have been some cooperation problems between the newbies and the veterans, and so he thought it would be a good chance to bond for everyone.

He proceded to get in front of all the adventurers, who had gotten themselves ready and were shouting all kind of profanities, thinking it would speed up the start of the quest. Finally he began speaking.

"GUYS, CALM DOWN!"

Suddenly silence fell on the crowd.

"Today, we're starting a Raid against the goblins to conquer Greyleaf Forest. It may sound like a big thing, but it's just training

for any serious Raid you could have in the future. After all there's only goblins and we have double the soldiers. Still, since i don't think anyone wants to become famous for a scar caused by one of the little bastards, drink those Grey potions"

Most of the people took and drank the potions, but some of them, mostly the veterans, thought that it would be just a waste of resources, so they refused. Orecal just let them be.

But his calm turned to terror when he saw that most of his men fell to the floor, screaming and panting.

"SHIT! *cough*cough*"

"AHHHHHH, IT HURTS!

"FUCK, SOMEONE HELP ME! AAAARGH!"

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!? WHERE ARE THE CLERICS?!?"(Orecal)

"THEY'RE ALL HURT TOO, ORECAL!"

"WHAT?!? SHIT, WHY IS THIS HAPPENING"(Orecal)

"IT'S POISON! THEY'RE ALL POISONED!"

"SHIT, USE CURE POTIONS! HOW THE HELL DID THEY GET POISONED?!?"(Orecal)

"OH GODDESS WHAT THE FUCK?!?"

"WHAT NOW?!?"(Orecal)

Orecal looked to the direction of the scream. There was the boy who informed him before. But he wasn't screaming for the pain caused by the potion. No, it was for something else. His waist and stomach were melting. His guts, liver, everything was slowly melting and turning to a lump of flesh and bones as he was crying and trying to put his pieces back in place, dying his whole body in the most disgusting shade of red in the world. Then his gaze turned to Orecal.

"B-B-Boss, p-ple-please help me"

The leader was paralyzed. He didn't move, no he couldn't move. He was too scared. He couldn't understand what was happening. Why it was happening. He could only watch as the boy's body turned into a sea of blood, leaving only the bones, as his last horrifying memento to this world.

Then Orecal realized. He watched around him. Everyone. Everyone was melting. Just like him. Just like the kid. When it stopped, it looked as if there was a mountain of skeletons who someone had put flesh on, like he was trying to create nightmarish statues resembling who they once were.

Only 25 people apart from him survived.

"Now...now at least it's over. I-It's ov-over...Yeah"

The man fell to his knees. It ended. Everyone stopped melting. He would have to report this to the HQ, prepare a massive investigation to discover the cause of all this.

"Wa-wait a second..."

The potions were made from the leaves the goblins used,then that means...

"THOSE FUCKER! TO THINK THEY WOULD POISON THEIR FOREST JUST TO GET BACK AT US, WHO DO THEY THINK THEY A-"

"What the-"

Orecal's eyes widened. What he was seeing now weren't the corpses of his friend lying down. They were standing up. All of them began crawling and walking towards the survivors.

"AAAAAAAAAARGH"

3 of the zombies reached one of the adventurers and began beating and shredding him till he died. Then he got up too. He had become one of them. While Orecal was witnessing this, all of his comrades were defending themselves, but of course, they couldn't much against over an hundred undead. They were slowly being slaughtered and reviving.

"I-I gotta run. I GOTTA RUN!"

Orecal got up and began running. He didn't even realize his shout caught the attention of the zombies, but they were too slow to catch up to him anyway.

He was running towards his only safe haven: Gorwin.

"Even if they follow me there, with all the city guards we'll be able to destroy them. Yes, in the end, we'll w-"

"Huh?"

Orecal couldn't believe his eyes. He got in sight of the city but...

It was burning. He could see smoke and flames reach the sky, and hear the scream of the people, asking for help in vain.

"Here too...? How? Why? Wait, it couldn't be...."

He remembered that the Alchemists didn't always manage to create the potion from the leaves, so when they failed they threw the waste into the sewers, where in the last times there had been a rat outbreak.

"Don't tell me, the rats?"

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!"

Orecal resumed running towards the city, hoping to find enough civilians and soldiers to escape together. When he got in front of the city gate, he broke the small door that was used to let pass VIPs next to it and entered the town. It was worse than he could have ever expected: the houses were in flames and the only people walking the streets were rotting carcasses. His mind stopped working for a moment, then he went towards the city garrison, where the guards resided, there must have been some survivor there he thought. He took the alleys, so that he could avoid huge groups of zombies, but he met three of them. The one in the front tried jumping onto him but Orecal made a somersault under him and impaled the other two with his trusty long sword, then he slashed to his right and, using the momentum, cleaved through the one that was trying to attack him from behind.

"I'M AN ADVENTURER, FUCKERS! DON'T THINK YOU STAND A CHANCE!"

Shouting so he continued his journey towards the garrison.

Orecal reached the garrison ,which for a moment he thought was doomed but then he heard a familiar voice

"ORECAL! PRAISE THE GODDESS! YOU'RE ALIVE! QUICKLY, COME HERE BEFORE YOU'RE SURROUNDED!"

He managed to enter through the back door, in which the zombies couldn't enter, since it was made of steel. When he got in he found out a gruesome spectacle, there were many wounded and some of them had lost one of their limbs.

"ORECAL! I'm so happy to see you!What happened?!?"

An old man came towards him, wearing a sturdy armor with the city insignia. He was the captain of the guard.

"We were starting the Raid ,when suddenly everything began going to hell! It was the potions! Those little green bastards must have poisoned the leaves!"

"Don't be stupid Orecal"

"What?"

"I've been dealing with goblins all my life, and i assure you, they wouldn't dare damage their idols and, even if they did, they wouldn't have the methods to create such a powerful poison, someone must have hel-"

"THEY GOT IN! THEY GOT IN! AAAAAAAHHH"

"SHIT! GET TO YOUR POSITIONS! DEFEND THE CIVILIANS!"

Orecal and the captain tried fighting off the undead, and they were pushing them back, when suddenly the captain felt a burning sensation in his shoulder. He was bitten. One of the wounded was infected and turned right during the assault. He cut his head off in kind response.

"OLD MAN! WAIT, I'LL HELP YOU!

"STOP SAYING BULLSHIT ROOKIE! I'M FUCKED AND SO ARE YOU IF YOU DON'T HOLD THE LINE!"

"WHAT WILL YOU DO?!?"

"What i was trained for. To die for the citizens"

The captain began running towards the horde that was breaking the front walls. He slashed four zombies that were eating what was once his secretary, then he jumped out a window.

"HEY ROTHEADS! I'M HERE! COME ON FREE SEASONED MEAT BUFFET FUCKERS"

The zombies began surrounding him and he killed every single one that got too close, but he was tired, and suddenly two of them caught his left arm. He felt his bones breaking, the flesh tearing and the pain kicked in. Then he realized, they tore it off.

"AAARGH"

He grinder his teeth resisting the pain, then he jumped into the middle of the horde.

"FOR GORWYN!"

Those were his last words, as he was torn to pieces.

At the same time Orecal was still fighting inside the garrison, when he realized one thing: he was the only one left .He knew he had no chance of surviving, so he decided to fight until the end. The more he fought though, the more he had to step back, till he reached the warehouse ,where he sealed off the steel door to gain time and while he was searching for something to fight with, he found it. The only way to bring as many of them with him.

The undead had to crush their bones and flesh but after half an hour they broke the door. And there he was, Orecal standing with a lit up fuse in his hand that leaded to 100 hundred bombs.

"Time to fire it up fuckers"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Iterias, HQ of the Adventurers Guild, 3 days later

In an office there was a girl that could have been maximum 20 years old that was signing a mountain of papers without even breaking a sweat. She had a slender, curvaceous body that would make any man drool, with breasts that weren't too big nor too small, just the right size, and greatly pleasant to the sight. All of this was accentuated by her long ,curly, blue hair that reached her waist, a pair of bright golden eyes tha put the sun to shame,a delicate and petite nose and soft red lips. While she was working a messenger barged in

"MY LADY! MY LADY!"

A knife cut his cheek and stabbed itself to the wall.

"Knock when you enter, please, it's not hard"

Her voice was calm, almost cute, but it contained an incredible amount of killing instinct.

"Ye-yes my lady i'm sorry"

"So what happened?"

"Does my lady remember Gorwyn?"

"Gorwyn? Gorwyn, Gorwyn, Gor-Ah, Gorwyn, that's one of the last cities we put one of our offices in. What of it?"

"It was destroyed"

"What?"

"A merchant that went there to check the new Grey potions found the city full of undead. No survivors"

"How did it happen?"

"We're not sure, but it seems the leaves that were used for the potions were cursed"

"Wait, i thought there were only goblins there? They're not capable of such devastating curses"

"Well, yes we're currently investigating the causes"

"Ok, anything else?"

"The Lux Inquisition is also investigating, since it's their territory"

"OOOOOOOOOH, FUCK! THEY'RE SOOO ANNOYING! ANYTHING ELSE?"

The messenger thought of informing her of other matters but what she said could be translated as fuck off so he decided to go away.

"N-no, my lady, nothing else"

"Ok then you're free to go"

"Goodbye my lady"

"Also drop the my lady stuff, it's kind of annoying, just call me ms Invictus"

"Yes my l-, ms Invictus"

"Good boy"

The messenger left the room,then she sighed.

"Toooo much work... uuuuuuhhhhhh"

She laid her back on the chair

"I really need a boyfriend"

HEELLLOOOO GUYS! Did you like the chapter? Of course you do(not really) .Was it as awesome as you expected? Please tell me. Also i'm pretty sure i could write the story for the Walking Dead, i mean look at those wonderful zombies i made... wrote. And we also had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Invictus who is technically Andrew's arch nemesis but will she be really? I mean look at her last line. The foreshadow is real....or not? Anyway WHO WATCHED DEADPOOL'S MOVIE?!? IT EXCEEDED MY EVERY EXPECTATION! IT WAS AWEEEESOOOME. NOW NOT EVEN GOD WILL STOP ME FROM PUTTING A DEADPOOL-LIKE GUY IN HERE! FOURTH-WALL, ANNIHILATION WILL BE UNAVOIDABLE! (What, you thought the title was about the destruction of the city?)