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Onward goes the Lahren, up the stairs. But it was a long climb to go.

Just as Ray was about to enter the Palace Dome his small device would beep and the flashing would go solid. Not to long after that a box would release it's parachute and fall right in front of him.

It would contain two H&K MP5 sub-machineguns, plus eight magazines.

Thank you Joseph! Even though he posted this one in the wrong thread.

Throughout the city, the people of Frostschild were coming home. Men, women, and children, knocked out of reality by a magical punch no one saw coming, were being nudged back into existence by the very same force. Eating, sleeping, shopping, working, they had been going about their lives, and to them no time had passed at all. Still, something was not right.

They were changed.

Metal. Jagged. Screaming and shrieking with inhuman voices, they returned skeletons of their former selves, grim visages of decayed bodies animated through the fusion of magic and robotics. They would go about their daily lives, clumsy brutal mockeries of what they once were, but lacking in human comprehension or understanding.

That is, until they saw someone alive, someone unchanged, someone who was still human. They turned on these people, watched them. Approached slowly, cautiously, sizing up the strange being. They would clang their metal teeth together threateningly, stretch out their claw-like fingers, and then...

...they would attack.

Caesar busted out of the central field's corn at a run, making huge strides through the material. He moved adeptly through it, and was able to gain only a little more speed once on the Palace's upper grounds.

Something was nagging him-- some little voice of sanity saying that, if there were other people here, he had just seen them eliminated by the force of that explosion-- but he kept moving. It hadn't been that big...

He moved for the upper reaches, pockets and bag heavy with the loot largely taken from this place to begin with. He was not concealing his movement, he was at a dead run.

s**t was going down, and he needed a direction before the metal creatures caught up to him.

Joseph loaded some songs onto a memory chip he found, and put it into his headset. Syncing it with his teams, Low Rider began to play as background noise, hoping it would help keep people off the edge. Quickly chanting his Wraith commandments he took on his wraith form and moved up to Chen. “Dude cheer up; bet your girl back home wouldn’t want to see you like this. Look on the bright side, those metal things haven’t shown up yet. Also hate to say it, but our mission now it to survive. If we come across some people we should try to form solid groups, locking them away puts them as an easy meal!”

With that he turned the safety off his rifle and stood ready to take point.

Chen just walks ahead, despite Joseph trying to cheer him up, heading back into the dome. This scene had grown familiar with him now, from the rising steps to the entrance into the audience chamber. Looking at the stairs, he heads up them toward the upper floor, deciding to go check on something.

As he wandered deeper into the dome, he began to hear that telltale scraping of metal on marble, the occasional shriek that came from the robot zombies.

And then, he hit it--the throne room, packed full of zombies that had been worshiping their God-Queen when it all went down. They sat on their knees, looking vacantly towards the empty throne. Hearing the man's footsteps, they turned and looked at him.

The tension, as they say, was palpable.

The zombies stood to their feet, almost calmly, except for the occasional shriek that they habitually made. As one, they began to walk towards Dietric, claws extended. Picking up pace, they grew louder and louder, all charging for the doorway he stood in.