The Necropolis

It was beautiful outside with clear skies and the sun shining down the people. Trains were running, people were working, and the cops had to deal with virtually nothing. People were hoping that this day would continue, and nothing would go wrong. After all, in New York City things always went wrong, although today might be their lucky day.

Darryl Jones was in the sewers fighting the sewer alligators that no one actually believed. Darryl Jones didn’t just want to kill humans, but he had to kill almost everything to achieve the title of the ultimate being and nothing would stand in his way. In a way, Darryl hated animals more than humans…some of them anyways. Whereas humans were so fragile and weak, some animals were just as monstrous as him and sometimes actually posed a threat. Alligators were a prime example of this.

Darryl watched as the gator rushed towards him, getting ready to chomp down on him. Darryl grabbed the beast as it was charging and rolled backwards, falling through a hole and through several pipes. The alligator was snapping at him while Darryl punched it a few times, though not at full strength as he was having fun. After rolling aimlessly with the beast, he decided that it was time to end this brawl. He grew a scorpion like tail and suddenly stabbed the alligator with it, killing it. He broke off a leg, walked away and took a bite, not for nourishment but just because he totally could.

Darryl had no idea where he was now, although it was pretty deep. He figured that going deeper and trying to find more stuff to do would be fun. He wondered the sewer going through a bunch of pipes, until one took him to a completely different place. The land was barren and dark red. The sky, which Darryl didn’t think to question, was also a dark red, just like a sunset. Straight ahead of him was the biggest surprise of all. A huge city lay before his eyes, not like NYC or Chicago, but an ancient type of city, kind of like Rome. The buildings were darker and more depressing though, almost if this city was in a permanent Halloween stage.

The zombie walked closer to the city to explore. It was just the kind of place he would like to live in, if he had time to relax after all his violence, or work to him. After walking for a few minutes, he encountered a gateway blocked by 2 armored humanoids. One seemed to be similar to him, whereas the other was almost entirely a skeleton. “What are you doing outside the gates?” the skeletal man asked him. “Nothing?” Darryl responded. It was weird for his voice to be fused with uncertainty. The skeleton simply shook his head and sighed. “Don’t do it again.” He told him as he slammed his spear on the ground and caused the gates to open. Darryl walked inside and was astonished at what he saw. An entire city like me…I will see to it that we are dominant instead of those pitiful humans.

Some rather stereotypical Christian tales claimed that Hell was underground, underneath the Earth. Hell, a place that was the absence of God and hope. Nightkill scoffed at these tales, having been to Hell and back. Hell was a horrifying place, one where utter misery reigned...but hope existed. Hope always existed. Perhaps not God, but hope was eternal.

Nightkill reflected on this as he walked underneath the New York sewers, investigating an old legend. Nightkill was not superstitious. Superstition is believing in things without any proof to them, no physical evidence at all. No, Nightkill was substitious. He would be willing to believe in something provided there was evidence for them. So while he was at the moment rather disinclined to believe in the existence of a zombie colony underneath the Earth, a city of the dead, a Nercopolis if you will, Nightkill was a robot alien scorpion who arrived on Earth shortly before the second world war, he was allied with a psychotic witch, he was planning on raiding an alien ship for advanced technology, he had been to Hell, he had fought the son of the devil, he had once had an intimate encounter with a succubus, he had fought alchemists, magicians, aliens, angels, demons, fairies, gods, demi-gods, and embodiments of evil. Sometimes more than one in the same day. He had died twice, and returned to life. Nightkill had even attempted to make Philosopher's Stones, and nearly succeeded once.

Shakespeare had once written "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio/ Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." The Bard had been more right than he would ever have guessed.

So Nightkill had been walking along, and came upon a gateway guarded by six skeletal guards. "Ah..." he said quietly to himself. "So I do know have some physical evidence to believe in the existence of this 'Necropolis'."

In the deep places of the world there dwelled primordial things, stemming from a world before man, before history even started and before higher intelligences created order as a bastion, protecting them against the evolutionary chaos outside. One of those primordial things was the necropolis, a city of undead dwelling beneath new york, seemingly having done so for centuries, maybe even millenia. Another was Gwharr, a towering, enhanced neanderthal, stemming from a period before the humans had even properly evolved yet, and right now both of these things where had a certain presence in the tunnels running beneath the overgrown "big apple"

Gwharr had seen the dead-men-walking a few times recently, and was not really surprised by their existance. After all, he had fought another, similar creature not too long ago. Of course, these zombie-men where weaker and for some reason they did not quite taste as good, but nevertheless, his encounters with them had been quick and painless, and since all of them that had seen him had died, he had yet to appear on their radar.

The caveman was dressed in pair of sturdy jeans, held up with a belt, from wich there hung an innumerable amount of primitive tools. amongst other things there were Stones, a leather sling and even his pride and joy, a boomerang. His shirt was a ruined gray flannell-shirt, held together by bits of string and animal-sinews. Over all this the caveman wore an heavy, dark-grey overcaot, wich has had its arms removed, mainly because the cavemans arms where disproportionately massive and long, by human standards. The coat was also covered with the dried furry pelts of dogs, hung from his shoulders in a rather poor immitation of a fur-collar. On his head he wore a black hat, smelling slightly of vinegar.

The caveman was clinging on the wall, his toes and fingers pried in between the bricks to give him a fair grip. He didn't want to touch the water, since it stank horribly. He had been tracking yet another intruder in his domain. Seemingly a normal human, but Gwharr was uncertain- None of the normals came down here, only the orange-men and the outcasts came down here.

He was currently observing the meeting between the skeletons and the newcommer, seemingly uncertain what was going to happen. Maybe they where old friends. Or enemies. It was hard to figure such things out at first glance.

Sentinel had sat atop a building, following a notorious zombie-villain. This zombie had been causing trouble all over New York, scaring and killing people. Sentinel had decided to put an end to such a monster.

He had found the zombie thing while it was entering the sewer. Sentinel waited a minute before following the monster down. He wanted to follow, but without his "prey" knowing he was following them. As he got down into the sewer initially, he didn't see the zombie-villain. But he heard the footsteps, echoing throughout the sewer. He followed, and soon followed far enough behind so he could just see the monster he was following. He watched as it traversed the sewers and stopped to fight a large sewer alligator. He then followed the fight and when the zombie won and continued on, he still followed.

He peaked around the corner as the monster walked into what must of been a large cavern, althought Sentinel could see a red sky.

"This world's full of some strange shit." Sentinel whispered to himself, as the zombie walked up to a gate guarded by two undead looking creature. The zombie-villain was let in as the gate opened, and then he watched as the zombie walked of towards an ancient looking city which looked unaware that Halloween had been over for awhile. He then walked forward towards the gate, walking in a confident gait. He was sure he could handle these things.

"HE LIVES!" the skeleton said.

"NO LIVING SHALL PASS THE GATE!" The zombie said.

"And no undead will escape my wrath." Sentinel said in reply.

Both undead guardsmen rushed him with spears. He did a front flip over the heads of the undead creatures, landing behind them. As they turned around, Sentinel took the large battlehammer off his back and swung at full forces at the skeletons head. It's skull shattered with the force of the blow, and the remainder of the body flew into the ground. The zombie jabbed the spear at him, and it's cracked against Sentinel's skin. The tip was stuck in his skin, but it wouldn't do any major damage, just a small puncture wound. The zombie guard then began pummeling Sentinel's abdomen. Sentinel felt little pain from this, and he cared less. It might bruise, sure. But again, no real damage. The zombie went for a blow to Sentinel's face, and Sentinel's reflexes were quick. He caught the punch, and twisted the zombie's arm until it broke. He then grabbed it's head with his free hand, and released the broken arm. He placed both of his now free hands on either side of the zombie's head, and crushed it like an orange. The lifeless body crumpled on the ground.

"The undead....sick perversions of life. Disgusting. They're fine if they're good, but in this case, I'd say they aren't. Which means, this place needs to be purged of it's "life"." Sentinel thought to himself.

He grabbed the spear of the skeleton, and tapped it on the ground as he had seen it done. The gate opened, and Sentinel cracked the spear in half over his knee. He walked through the gate, heading towards the city.

Darryl continued to look around the city and still couldn't believe that there were others like him. But that wasn't all he saw. He saw skeletons, ghosts, ghouls, and a few shadowy figures were flying in the air. This was possibly the first time that he mind wasn't occupied with violent thoughts, but instead was filled with many, many questions about this place and the people here. However this was interrupted when he heard the guards of the gateway yelling something about the living. He turned around to see some giant man take both of them down before he could even register it. They didn't even have time to call for back-up.

Darryl couldn't stand this. He knew for a fact that he could beat up any measly human but these people must not have had the same skills that he had. If humans can beat these "people", we will have no hope ruling the above world. Unless...I rule these people Darryl thought. He determined that these people needed his help and protection, and he would get a good start to being liked. Darryl ran as fast as he could towards the man and then rolled into a heavy, spiked ball aimed dead center at the man's chest.

(Continue without me for now.)

Gwharr couldn't help but to see the giant appearing, smashing through the skeletons as if they where made of matchsticks. He was strong, maybe even as strong as the gargantuan caveman himself. His size suggested some manner of similarity between them, even though this man was almost a foot taller than Gwharr. However, Gwharr was still far bulkier than the man, almost twice as broad as the other guy, partly due to their different proportions and partly due to Gwharrs humungously heavy arms and shoulder-musculature. However, this was not the only thing that caught his interest when it came to the giant. He was apparantly not allied with the skeleton, and neither did he look like the people that usually came down here. That made him rather unique in the eyes of the caveman.

However, whatever may be the case, this man seemed to have no problems fighting off the undead, but one thing soon caught the cavemans attention. One of the zombies transformed into a giant spiked ball, and Gwharr only knew one creature to be capable of such a feat. The caveman could feel anger rise from somewhere deep within his mind. The zombie-man would not get away from him this time! Gwharr leapt from his hiding-place, loudly roaring and beating his chest like an enraged gorilla, bellowign forth his challenge

"YOU!" The caveman roared, pointing a massive finger, as thick as a woman's wrist at the nano-zombie, his rage and hatred twisting his feature. "To Kill you now, zombie-man! Eat your flesh! To gnaw on your bones!" He howled as he charged at the zombie-man trying to pummel him with his massive, pumpkin-sized fists. This was the time for vengence! He would smash the zombie to pieces and would consider everyone trying to stop him an enemy!

As Sentinel walked down the path to the city, he suddenly noticed a spiked ball, made of something he couldn't figure out based on sight, heading right for him at high speed. Sentinel had little time to react. He got into a stance that would maximize the force behind his punch, turned his body slightly while cocking back his fist, and waited. He had only to wait a few seconds, as the spiked ball was coming in fast. His mind played the whole situation out in slow motion, his reaction time allowing him to release the punch as just the right time. The ball was the perfect distance away, and he threw the punch. He had aimed his punch at a clear space between a few spikes. He put all the force he could into this punch, ready to send it flying.