Army of the Damned

VOLUME 7 Chapter 8

"Mhm, that's Bahamut for ya'. She is a needy woman, but I think most of it is just companionship. She does what she wants, but I'm glad a human is enough to control her."

"What makes you say that?"

"Even back in the days of yonder when Legends and Myths roamed the lands of Tur, she was always all by herself. Having fought so many battles and killed so many, she never got along with the other Dragons. Worse came when many of us decided to mingle with the humans and cast our scales which made whatever Dragon that was still giving her tribute to leave and settle down. I never knew I'd see the day for her to be roaming around in that form as if she belongs in it. She never liked to not have wings, that woman loved flying and the freedom it gave her."

"General Paul is her Master right? A Death Knight from Eldwood."

"Yer, ole' laddy really did it now. Having to take care of her must be a pain. WAHAHAHA! But seeing her like this, the two must've formed a bond that is far beyond that of friends, it might've surpassed any natural form of love we have known of."

"Yea.... a Dragon Goddess and a human man. That relationship must be on a whole other level that no one could ever understand but them." the man in OCP uniform stands up, stretching a bit and taking his M4A1 assault rifle. "C'mon, let's grab some Beer. The soldiers told me there were some in the Barracks."

"Alrighty. And can I keep one of those can openers? Those devices are truly handy!"

She walks to the ATC building where the G-man she was with can be seen talking to some soldiers in Woodland ACUs and one wearing a Beret pops out of the door and asks the man to go head inside. Seeing that things are still busy and her tummy rumbling for food, she wanders around the hastily built airbase for anything to eat. Transforming to her small Dragon form to move around easily, the buildings were made out of prefabricated parts and built like a Lego set. Skimming through the barracks, there were packs of MREs but they were all not cooked and were still sealed.

Roaming around even more and encountering the Mess Hall, no food was being served and the trash bin behind it was already long emptied of contents. Finding nothing of interest, Bahamut's head looked down. Dejected by the lack of actual meals in the military base and starts to aimlessly roam around the base. Sneakily slithering around the muddy soil below the tents and smelling the air where she finds a certain scent South of the Airbase.

Having a direction, the dragon weaves through the army of mindless skeletons wandering and patrolling the base. She sees a Kamaz 5350 was about to leave and forcibly enters the passenger seat as the players guarding the door just ignore her. Not wanting to deal with the infamous Dragon God. The driver on the other hand just shrugs his shoulders and drives on. Though disappointed, the seat he just cleaned was once again dirtied by the muddy black armored dragon.

"Do you know where I can get food?"

"Food? We'll be passing a village. There should be a place there for eating. Pleased to meet you, names' Corporal Hernandez. I'm a Slime."

"A Slime?"

The Corporal changes his form to that of a Werewolf, and then to a skeleton and back to his human form.

"Slime."

"Oh so you're that type. Interesting one you are."

"Yeah. I kinda picked this so that I could fit into the Dungeons and Labyrinths and be very hard to kill. Never knew I'd be using it to drive trucks and unload heavy crates without the need of a forklift."

"Hm. And exactly where is this village?"

"A kilometer or so South of the Airfield. It ain't much but there's stalls outside on the main road where they sell food."