TTK DC Prologue

The Three Kingdoms ? Death's Cure

Prologue
First Glimpse



Imagine a world ruined…

Imagine the cities filled with the stench of death…

Imagine the skies filled with darkness…

Imagine the ground itself covered in blight…

Imagine every building that you see destroyed…

Imagine these buildings occupied by things you don't know could exist…

Things that would haunt you in your nightmares…

The dead had became alive…

Imagine the cause of the destruction of the world, as a large beast with body made out of molten magma itself… chasing you…

Chasing you as you try to get to fix the cause off all of this.

Imagine that this world, is Earth after Doomsday.



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He didn't really bother with suppressing the sounds of their movement. That's why they were running to reach their objective instead of silently moving. His allied agreed with him that being stealth would only slow them down. It doesn't really matter if they're quiet, they would soon be discovered by the dead. Facts are facts, and the facts said the dead had become wiser.

Loud sounds like car alarms or explosions didn't really spawn hordes of them running towards survivors anymore. They won't charge recklessly at someone who can easily wipe them out with a minigun. You'll just see a lot of dark shadows moving about if you make a loud sound. They're not zombies anymore. They're an army now, a perfect undying army.

Sure he could summon flames that can melt down steel in seconds.

One of his other companions had an arsenal of deadly weapons and equipment that could handle any kind of situation.

And the other could simply create a rain of bullets anytime she wants.

They could easily beat down normal or powerful enemies in seconds as long as enough time was given for them to form a plan.

But no matter what he does, the infected could simply find a much more silent approach to the survivors. Maybe kill them on their sleep, or split them up one by one. The dead used that tactic so many times, that he can sometimes guess where or how they are going to attack.

By simply my imagining himself as the dead, he had survived with his group longer. But they still lost many allies. Now there are simply three of them, with members of their group sacrificing themselves for the others, or being just too unlucky to be infected.

He had sometimes thought that maybe allowing the undead to evolve to smarter beings would finally end the problem about death. He had once thought of allowing himself to be infected.

But they're still infected…

Still undead…

Still undying.

He would never classify them as living beings, ever. He would never let himself turn to them ever. He would never let them kill any more living beings and turned them into infected.

But it didn't really matter anymore, the masters of the dead were simply toying with survivors. No survivor could hope to survive forever. The master of the dead would soon grow bored, and get rid of them and plot another incident.

Maybe they would find more survivors and use them before killing them again. Of course there were also several events such as forced relationship for humanity's survival. It's a never-ending cycle.

But right now, he could see the infected's master didn't want them to die… yet.

That's something these three runners are using as an advantage to reach the Delorean and return to the past. That's something he wants to present to the undead's unknown masters, a creation winning against its creator.

As they run closer to the parking lot, he took note of how the Slasher necromorphs and the El Dorado descendants weren't chasing them anymore. Either they were rethinking their strategy to hunt them down, or the master is toying around again. Of course there could be another band of survivors choosing to help them there.

He decided not to bother thinking too much about it. He turned to the fastest runner of the group. She had pulled out an AK-47 they salvaged earlier and was now shooting at the direction they were heading to. Their other ally was shooting colourful bullets at the skies, repelling gargoyles and a swarm of bats trying to attack.

As he continued running their fastest marksman stopped shooting.  He smiled and jumped upwards and staying longer at the air by ejecting flames from his hands. He formed a flame sword with his hand and landed down at the Tank stabbing the sword on its head. The boy frowned when he noticed the flame sword seemingly had no effect, but smiled when the head itself started to burn.

The Tank gave out a roar and tried to get a grip on its attacker. But the boy wisely jumped back and landed a good distance away, but at the same time launching fireballs at the Tank. Each exploded with the blast force of a sledgehammer, but it barely affected the giant. The flames however were doing much more a bit of success as the skin was melting, despite it being resistant to explosives.

The Tank gave out a loud growl that easily broke a hearing of a cat, and charged towards the boy. He stopped throwing fireballs and decided to change tactics. The boy surrounded his arms with flames and summoned a continuous stream of flame at the Tank. Although it slowly melted its large muscular arms, it only prompted a loud roar.

But the distance between him and the Tank only shortened despite his attack. Just as the Tank was about to make contact with his body, he cancelled his attack and prepared to roll to the side. He blinked when he noticed the torso of the tank slightly bulging. He rolled away as the rotting body of the Tank exploded outwards into a gory mess.

There were no flames from explosions or any blue light. The Tank's body just exploded, some of the bile landing on the boy. Taking note that a certain psychotic vampire isn't nearby, he turned to the closest person that could manage that. The boy only smiled when he saw their expert gunman with an X-Rifle pointed at the Tank. The X-Rifle being a gift from one of the survivors who died recently.

Before he could even give out a proper thank you, his two companions caught up with him and ran past him. He frowned but he simply followed.



Minutes passed, and no other undead attacked them. But the silence was deafening to them. From any corner, the three would fire a projectile or two to ensure that no dead lies there waiting for attack. But the boy noted how close they are getting to their item of survival, the less damage there was around the surroundings.

They slowed down when they noticed a certain car and another behemoth guarding it. This time, its body was covered by molten lava and was almost human in shape, except for it towered over buildings.

The boy gave out a sigh and turned to their excellent marksman of their trio. He watched her closely as she tightened her grip on her assault rifle and gestured to stop moving. The other two did so, and they can only watch as their marksman began coughing violently. He looked at his other companion with a worried expression and gave out a sigh.

"Her coughing is growing worse. We need to get to the Delorean as soon as possible to prevent this from happening," he whispered audible enough for the other two to hear. "Our past versions would arrive soon seconds away, and we have to reach the Delorean to get it out of the way first,"

"I just can't believe it… None of this is supposed to happen," he turned to the other member of the group. "All because of us arriving here in the future. Now the rebels around us would soon meet our past selves, but…" She trailed off as she raised a blood covered cloth.

The boy positioned his hand on his right temple just as the third member ended her coughing and cleared her throat.

"We'll fix it," he declared solemnly, "We can fix this. We just need to get to the past versions of ourselves first. We can prevent the new future, where The Beast has the ultimate power,"

"But how are we exactly supposed to defeat the Beast?" their fastest runner hissed out with a raspy tone. She pointed at The Beast guarding the Delorean angrily. "How are we going to get back to our timeline and stop ourselves from time travelling!? We can't go back in time on the Delorean without that Beast smashing us first or pulling us in with its gravitational pull. Simply getting us se______ selves would end up on us being killed!"

"… Me and the others got __________o Rip remember?" the boy asked as outline flames surrounded his arms. A buzzing ache going through his head slightly making him ignore the sounds. "That's why we survived and get transported back to the past. If we-"whatever he said couldn't be heard. He simply couldn't hear it. The buzzing ache he felt was mind-splittingly painful, but he didn't make any facial expression to show what he's feeling.

The first one began to angrily gesture at The Beast, even starting to shout, but no voice came out. The boy only watched in silence, as the third member also spoke. Likewise, no voice came out.

In a quick motion, he snatched her X-Rifle and aimed it directly at the marksman's head. The girl reacted by drawing her assault rifle towards him. Not a second after, a colourful bullet went through her assault rifle, immediately breaking apart the AK-47.

The girl hissed and spoke, but no sound came out. No one heard anything. And the boy with the X-Rifle gazed at the time travelling car before speaking. Again no sound came out, but his hostage growled out silent words. A flash of light nearby occurred and their marksman pointed at it. Their other companion simply stared down the ground as the boy pulled the two triggers on X-Rifle.

There was simply no sound. The boy watched with a resentful look as their marksman looked down. He looked away when the explosive effect of the X-Rifle finally took effect.




Inside a room, where the sun had risen, where there is no undead in Earth, the boy woke up on his bed from his nightmare. The everyday nightmare where he killed the world's famous heroine. He growled and remembered the events of Doomsday's anniversary.

He clenched his fists in silent anger. He didn't know why he killed her, but Dylan Hankins is going to figure out why did he kept dreaming of killing Naluri