Sisters Reunited

“Good zombies. You can die now...again,” John said before the zombies under his control toppled down to the ground, now just a lifeless pile of bones. John made his way over to the group to check on them. “Sooooo I hate her,” John told the group.

“You scared her off in a fight so you hate her?” asked Shelly, confused by his statement.

“She summoned god damn zombies! I had enough of that shit with that crazy scientist guy who trapped me and Idena in that crazy zombie apocalypse barrier!” John told the crafty info broker.

“Huh. Ok,” Shelly said as she had a weird look on her face. John thought it was curious but did not think too much of it.

“Alright, let’s go. We’re almost there,” John said as she turned and lead the group through the winding hallways of the base’s subbasement. The group did not run into any other Nazis, zombies, or Nazi zombies, much to everyone’s relief. John could see that Shelly got more and more nervous the closer they got to her sister’s location. It was clear that finally being able to reunite with her sister after so long had her mind filled with a bunch of different emotions. John could understand that feeling. He felt similar when he went to see his father before the funeral. If she needed a hand, he’d gladly be there for her. She had proven her worth to be a part of his kingdom, if she wanted to.

“That’s the door!” Shelly said as she rushed to a set of large metallic double doors. “That’s her special seal on the door. Makes it so nothing can get in or out. Great for protecting yourself from a group, but bad if you have no out,” she informed the group.

“So, she cast that spell, most likely in desperation, and hoped you’d find someone to help save her?” asked Gali.

“No. This seal is something you do as a last ditch effort. My guess is she did this when we started our ****. The Nazis probably decided to tie up loose ends and I bet she and the doctor are considered loose ends,” Shelly corrected Gali.

“Like, tots badass!” Sam said as she ran her hand along the door. The red barrier pulsed whenever she touched it. “That tots stings like a dick in the wrong hole!” Sam said as she pressed harder against the barrier. “It tots reflects back at ya!” she said with amazement in her voice.

“Yeah, sis came up with a real awesome defensive seal with this one. Probably her best defensive seal in her arsenal,” confirmed Shelly.

“Your sister is very impressive, that’s for sure,” John said. “Now, how do we get her to open it up?” As if on queue, the doors began to open as the creaks of the gears assaulted the ears of John’s group as a mist seemed to roll out of the doors as the space between the doors grew wider.

“Ask, and you shall receive, darling!” said a familiar voice. It was not until John laid eyes on her that he instantly knew who she was.

“YOU!” roared John as the memories of their last meeting came flooding back. “We wasted all this time rescuing you?!” Anger swelled up in John as he thought back to all the trouble this woman put John through.

“Big sis!” Shelly cried out as she rushed to her older sister and the two embraced.

“I’m glad you found me, Little Red,” she said before she gave her little sister a kiss on the forehead. “And it seems you brought Johnyboy with you,” Sasha said with a smile on her face.

“Do NOT call me that,” John growled at her.

“Oh, come now, dear! That incident in the cafe was merely business. Although, if I had known it would lead to this situation, I would have turned it down. But, alas, hindsight is 20/20, is it not?” Sasha mused with the group.

“Stitches, dear, could you get the door? We wouldn’t want those ghastly Nazis to interrupt our reunion, now would we, sweetie?” Sasha asked as she grabbed her sister’s arm and dragged her further into the sealed room. John could not help but look at Sasha and Shelly’s asses as the two walked away from him. It was clear that the two women inherited the phat ass genes from their mother, assumed John. “John, dear. Once you stop staring at our asses, you are welcome to join us with the professor,” Sasha told John, which got a chuckle out of not only Shelly, but Gali and Sam as well.

“I wasn’t...I didn’t...I hate this. I hate all of this right now,” groaned John as he moved to follow the two sisters. Mimi and Yaya, however, had found a new friend with the undead abomination that had closed the door behind them.

“Ooooo, you look cool!” decided Mimi,

“Yeah! You have lots of arms!” Yaya noticed as she grabbed one and got lifted up.

“Me like you two. You nice to Stitches!” said the undead creation as it slowly moved along with the rest. The two derps switched between hanging off an arm or riding on the shoulders of Stitches as it moved with the group.

“Like, is that tots Gucci?” whispered Sam to Gali, who smiled back at the young paladin.

“It is, dear. While it is large and imposing, that creature seems to have a gentle soul. It won’t harm the girls. And if it does, then it will feel the sun on its pale skin in a way it never thought of,” Gali said with a very threatening tone at the end, which caught Sam off guard.

“Gotcha,” was all she could say in response and followed the rest into the room. The group made their way to the back of the room where an elderly man in a lab coat was checking the stats on a status tube that held something John could not quite make out from his distance and angle.

“Ah, Shelly, is this your lovely sister you’ve told us about?” asked the old man as he turned to face the group. The voice sounded faintly familiar to John but he could not quite place it.

“It is, professor. This is Shelly, my Little Red and teammate,” Sasha responded.

“Yes, yes. You are right, she is an adorable young one,” he said as he moved over and stuck out his hand. Shelly slowly reached out to meet his hand and shook it.

“It’s nice to meet you...uh...professor,” Shelly said lightly. It was the meekest John had ever seen Shelly.

“Raynesh, dear, Professor Raynesh,” the kindly old man said as he shook her hand. “I am the preeminent authority on necromancy and the undead,” he proudly said as John could swear he saw the old man puff out his chest at this declaration.

“Oh? Is that so? Then you should talk to John over there,” Shelly said as she turned and pointed to John, who just awkwardly waved at Professor Raynesh, “he was blessed by Lady **** and can do pure necromancy and not the corrupted necromancy currently used,” Shelly told him. The professor’s eyes lit up at that news. It was the break he was hoping for to complete his greatest project.

“Is that true, young man?” he asked as he made his way over to John. “Were you blessed by **** herself with true necromancy?!” he asked eagerly. John took this chance to give the old man a look over. John was pretty sure that the old man, if he stood up, would be taller than him. But it seems, with his old age, he had ended up crouched over as he made his way to John. He had a long wooden staff that he used as a walking stick to help him shuttle around to his experiments. He had a long blue robe with darker blue stripes on it under a long green tunic with shoulder pads you’d see on a character in World of Warcraft. He also had a satchel that appeared to be packed full of various things along with a couple scrolls that hung from the satchel. He had long flowing white hair that he had in a top knot ponytail and a long flowing beard with it beaded in some parts on the side. His hands and face were quite wrinkly and old looking, which made sense if he dabbled with necromancy for many years.