In an instant, we were somewhere new. Bodies lay strewn about us. I recognized them before I recognized where we were. They were the Dracs. There was no question about it. That meant we were back in Ramstov, which meant we were back on Earth! I had returned back to the room Lu had taken me from! I was back where it all began, but now I had to deal with Maqesh.
The Sharkwoman looked at the scattered bodies. “These are not human, but there is a human taste to their blood. Did Maqesh do this?”
"I think Maqesh killed them, but he didn’t create them. The owner of this house did."
She nodded. “And where are they?”
I looked up. There was a hole in the ceiling leading all the way to the surface. “He went up there.”
The Sharkwoman grabbed me. “Then let’s go!” The Sharkwoman started waving her arms and wiggling her hips. It took me a second to realize she was trying to swim up the hole.
"You can’t do that in this world," I told her.
The Sharkwoman glared at me, then glared up at the hole. “Then how are we going to get up?”
There was a hole in the wall where the door used to be. “I guess we’re going to have to use the elevator.”
We walked into the next room . The cages were all empty. I wondered what had happened to those poor monstrosities.I started to run, but the Sharkwoman fell, trying to keep up. “Legs are just dumb.”
I nodded. “Maybe you should just stay down here.”
The Sharkwoman growled at me. “I came here to fight, human!”
"Then you better get used to using those dumb legs quickly."
I led her down the pathway to the elevator. She was agitated to be stuck in such a small room, apparently doing nothing. She was then shocked to find out that we had been “magically” transported to a new floor. We could hear explosions off in the distance. I didn’t know the way to go, so we followed the sounds of fighting. We could tell we were getting closer because of all the screaming.
As I opened the door to the courtyard, I was aghast at what I saw. There were body parts strewn about everywhere! This was where all those poor creatures from the sub basements had gone and most of them were dead now. They were piled atop all the dead humans and Dracs. There was carnage everywhere. If it wasn’t covered in blood, it was on fire.
And in the center was Maqesh with a fallen Wu at his feet, laughing triumphantly.
The Ramstovians fought with everything they could. Tanks and planes, bombs and guns, Dracs and mutated beasts, but it was nothing to him. Maqesh burned them and froze them, tossed them and squished them, crushed them and ripped them apart. It seemed like he couldn’t be stopped.
to be continued next week
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