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Hey. I know it's been more than half a year since I uploaded the first chapter. I've just been busy with financial and family problems and I just wasn't sure how to go with this chapter. Half the time I was just wanted to scrap it and start from scratch. Eventually, as in the very day I post this, I just decided fuck it. I've left you guys waiting long enough. I might as well get it out there and just because it doesn't meet my own personal and honestly unrealistically high standards doesn't mean I should just let it sit on my hard drive. So here you all are. Chapter 2 of Clyde Dances With The Dead.", "writing": "Clyde Dances with The Dead\n\nChapter 2: Departure and Desecration\n\n\tClyde had just arrived at the cave entrance, and it was a harder trek than he remembered. His feet and legs ached, but fortunately enough he could rest now. He pushed the cart of corpses inside the cave and sat against the wall of the cave. His legs ached from pulling a cart of several bodies uphill, which is probably why this trek was harder than the last. Either way he was out of the elements for now and with a cart of corpses plus two probably still alive necromancers.\n\n\tClyde got up having caught his breath and pulls off the two necromancers. He looked them over finding the goat very much dead from his injuries, the bullet having probably hit an artery or the force of the impact causing some damage to the brain, and the wolf close to it. He huffs a bit disappointed; he wasn't sure what he would have done with either, but the loss of opportunity aggravated him. He dragged the surviving corpse wizard to the wheel and bound their hands together through the spokes of the wheel. He sat there crouched in front of this young necromancer thinking of what to ask.\n\n\tClyde looked down at where he had put his bayonet into the young canine. ``aaAAAh-augh!'' the wolf slowly gained consciousness and shouted in pain. He looked down at where Clyde had shoved his finger knuckle deep into his wound. He looked up at Clyde who wore an unsettlingly blank face with a wide-eyed stare as he stuck the blood covered finger into his mouth and licked away the blood.\n\n\t``Where did you two come from'' Clyde said plainly.\n\n\t``Th-the cave across from an abandon village!'' He spoke quickly and afraid what might happen if he didn't speak fast enough.\n\n\t``Which village? There were many around here.''\n\n\t``Gaurbusch! It's southeast next to a river!''\n\n\t``Do you have more books there?'' The wolf looked confused for a moment before Clyde reached over and pulled up the leather-bound book.\n\n\t``Oooh fuck! Don't kill me, man!'' the wolf pleaded as he looked around for some way out of his situation.\n\n\t``Do you?'' Clyde asked again.\n\n\t``Y-yes. They're in the cave we've been staying in... Please don't kill me...'' the wolf once again pleaded. He kept his eyes on the spotted hyena in front of him. Clyde knelt down and slowly closed the distance between their faces.\n\n\t``What would it matter if I did?'' Clyde whispered. His breath was heavy and hot on the wolf's face. ``What's your name?'' Clyde asked.\n\n\t``V-Vickers...'' he stammered out.\n\n\t``Well, Vickers, if those books are not where you said they were I'll make sure you experience suffering in its whole erotic~ entirety.'' Clyde's voice had equal amounts of menacing and lustful tones to it that made Vickers extremely uncomfortable. Clyde closed the already short distance between their muzzles and planted a kiss on the wolf. Before Vickers had much time to react or resist, Clyde broke the kiss and threw a bag over the wolf's head before getting up and grabbing a sack of rations from the corpse wagon.\n\n\t``You'll be staying here till I get back. I shouldn't take long so don't try to leave or I'll cripple you on the spot'' Clyde left the cave smiling as he heard the muffled whimpers of his captive.\n\n~About half an hour later~\n\n\tClyde looked back from where he came from. The sun peaking over the hills and forests lit up the devastation on the fields behind him. Structures were rubble that was scattered on the ground with the thousands of dead combatants. A legion of crows and vultures soared above, and legions more picked apart the corpses. Clyde barely remembered the battle and could only recall a few of the places and tactic that were used in previous conflicts he'd fought through. He didn't put too much thought into the carnage or how many families were ruined, or young lives were cut short or, hell, even if the corpse he molested hours before was one of his allies or not. Instead, he turned back to his destination that's a short stroll in front of him.\n\n\tGaurbusch was a quaint little village before the endless wars ravaged the landscape of the entire continent. Bandits, Looters, Deserters, and others of ill repute had taken shelter, fought, and picked through it's burnt remains and it showed well. Skeletal remains littered the dirt roads and destroyed buildings. As he began to close the distance between himself and the village itself, he smelled the odor of fresh corpses and then saw another cart, this one though was empty, however. Clyde took out his revolver and saber and eased forward ready for an inevitable conflict.\n\n\tIt didn't take long for the first walking corpse to come into view. A small male corpse of a rabbit, the blood having been drained by a deep cut to the throat and its flesh clinging close to the bone. As the desecrated corpse shambled towards Clyde, he kept his feet still as he looked around. Seeing no other corpses, he stepped towards the zombie and reared the hand gripping the sword back before smashing the hilt into its open jaw with a slightly wet crunch.\n\n\tThe corpse was dropped to the ground and Clyde quickly split its head in half, killing it for the second time. He took cautious strides toward where the zombie came from. Only a stone toss away was the cave entrance or, more correctly, a mine. In front of it were two reanimated corpses and a skeleton. He drew a bead on the leftmost zombie before sending a lump of lead through its head, dropping it to the ground. The two remaining quickly noticed Clyde not having the sentience enough to even acknowledge the redeaded corpse.\n\n\tClyde took aim again at the other zombie, but noticed the skeleton raising some long rod looking thing. It didn't take even a fraction of a second for Clyde to realize what it was before ducking behind the old rotted wall. Immediately, the roar of the gun reverberated in his ear while simultaneously being peppered with wooden shrapnel as the lead ball smashed through the old wood. Clyde rounded the corner again, taking aim at where the skeleton was and fired immediately only hitting the zombie straight in the eye. The skeleton was reloading the flintlock and Clyde cocked the hammer back and shot...\n\n\tExcept there was no shot. It took a second to register but Clyde cocked the hammer again and pulled the trigger only for the gun to fail to fire once again. The skeleton was already about 2/3 of the way to reloading the rifle, was a fair distance away, and Clyde wasn't going to be putting his life in this desiccated wall, so he didn't really have many choices. Clyde ran toward the rifle-wielding skeleton with as much force as he could put into his bounds with a saber raised. By the time he got to the skeleton, it had already loaded the rifle and had it raised. Clyde used his pistol hand to bash the rifle out of the way just as the skeleton fired and he brought the heavy sword down onto its skull, shattering it along with a few vertebrae.\n\n\tClyde's arm felt wet. He checked his arm mechanically to make sure it was still intact. It was for the most part, it had grazed his bicep but had taken a good bit out of his arm and the sleeve covering it. He holsters the pistol before tearing the sleeve off from the hole and tied it around his wound. He kept his sword raised and ready as he eased into the mine. Though, the caution was unnecessary as he just rounded the turn was the cots and a bookshelf full of books. He wouldn't be able to carry all of this by hand, but that cart outside should help. Taking the cots with him to sleep on instead of the stone ground wouldn't hurt either.\n\n~An hour later~\n\n\tVickers woke up from his uncomfortable sleep from a swift kick to his side. He looked up to see the hyena again and the books and cots from his and his former teacher's hideaway lined against the wall. He was still bound to the corpse cart.\n\n\t``As hard as it would seem I don't really want to kill you.'' Clyde said.\n\n\t``Seems like you had a pretty easy time killing my mentor.'' Vickers replied, the uncomfortable sleeping position compounded with the smell of rotting flesh making his mood quite dower.\n\n\t``Didn't really mean for the shot to kill him. I was aiming for his teeth. But that's all besides the point. I'm assuming you have a pretty good assumption who I am simply from what I look like and where I was.'' Clyde mumbled trying to take the topic away from the accidental slaying.\n\n\t``The necrophile that's been tearing corpses apart like they were toys?'' Vickers answered.\n\n\t``That's right.'' Clyde curtly responded with a perverse sense of pride in the tone.\n\n\t``So, are you just going to kill me now? To keep your identity hidden and keep yourself in your maggot paradise.'' As calm as he had said it Vickers was trying his damnedest to stay stoic at the absolute guarantee of his untimely demise. All the more terrible to him given his corruption of life and death no doubt putting him number one on the gods shitlist.\n\n\tThe silence between them filled Vickers with unease just wanting his death to be quick.\n\n\t``No.'' Clyde finally responded after what felt like an eternity for Vickers. The response he heard was the last thing he expected, and it took a moment for him to say anything.\n\n\t``What...Then what.... Wh-.... What are you going to do then?'' Vickers struggled to get the question out.\n\n\t``... I think we should continue on the path to necromancy together. But not for the goal of raising a undead army to conquer nations.'' Clyde spoke softly.\n\n\t``Then... Why?'' Vickers' Question oozed with confusion.\n\n\t``Heh... Just think about who you're with... We can make a good bit of gold off this...'' Clyde grinned so wide it was a wonder his teeth stayed in his head.\n\n\tVickers was about to sneer in disgust, but he started to think about it more. The nations were so embroiled in war that even the most fundamentalist of them had open drug markets and brothels working in broad daylight. Serving to niche audiences was an easy way to get a lot of coin very quickly.\n\n\t``I... Alright. I'll help you. Just don't kill me.'' Vickers himself couldn't tell if his tone was because of the situation being what it was or just due to being as tired as he was. Either way, Clyde took out his knife and cut off the binds keeping his numb hands to the cart.\n\n\t``Go ahead and get some sleep. We're gonna need to start practicing for this.'' Clyde dropped himself onto one of the cots and Vickers followed after.\n\n\tVickers had been to cheap whorehouses before, and he knew how horrible some of them smelled. Just thinking about a whorehouse of corpses... He just hoped he'd lose his sense of smell long before they got to that stage.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Clyde Dances with The Dead

Chapter 2: Departure and Desecration

\tClyde had just arrived at the cave entrance, and it was a harder trek than he remembered. His feet and legs ached, but fortunately enough he could rest now. He pushed the cart of corpses inside the cave and sat against the wall of the cave. His legs ached from pulling a cart of several bodies uphill, which is probably why this trek was harder than the last. Either way he was out of the elements for now and with a cart of corpses plus two probably still alive necromancers.

\tClyde got up having caught his breath and pulls off the two necromancers. He looked them over finding the goat very much dead from his injuries, the bullet having probably hit an artery or the force of the impact causing some damage to the brain, and the wolf close to it. He huffs a bit disappointed; he wasn't sure what he would have done with either, but the loss of opportunity aggravated him. He dragged the surviving corpse wizard to the wheel and bound their hands together through the spokes of the wheel. He sat there crouched in front of this young necromancer thinking of what to ask.

\tClyde looked down at where he had put his bayonet into the young canine. ``aaAAAh-augh!'' the wolf slowly gained consciousness and shouted in pain. He looked down at where Clyde had shoved his finger knuckle deep into his wound. He looked up at Clyde who wore an unsettlingly blank face with a wide-eyed stare as he stuck the blood covered finger into his mouth and licked away the blood.

\t``Where did you two come from'' Clyde said plainly.

\t``Th-the cave across from an abandon village!'' He spoke quickly and afraid what might happen if he didn't speak fast enough.

\t``Which village? There were many around here.''

\t``Gaurbusch! It's southeast next to a river!''

\t``Do you have more books there?'' The wolf looked confused for a moment before Clyde reached over and pulled up the leather-bound book.

\t``Oooh fuck! Don't kill me, man!'' the wolf pleaded as he looked around for some way out of his situation.

\t``Do you?'' Clyde asked again.

\t``Y-yes. They're in the cave we've been staying in... Please don't kill me...'' the wolf once again pleaded. He kept his eyes on the spotted hyena in front of him. Clyde knelt down and slowly closed the distance between their faces.

\t``What would it matter if I did?'' Clyde whispered. His breath was heavy and hot on the wolf's face. ``What's your name?'' Clyde asked.

\t``V-Vickers...'' he stammered out.

\t``Well, Vickers, if those books are not where you said they were I'll make sure you experience suffering in its whole erotic~ entirety.'' Clyde's voice had equal amounts of menacing and lustful tones to it that made Vickers extremely uncomfortable. Clyde closed the already short distance between their muzzles and planted a kiss on the wolf. Before Vickers had much time to react or resist, Clyde broke the kiss and threw a bag over the wolf's head before getting up and grabbing a sack of rations from the corpse wagon.

\t``You'll be staying here till I get back. I shouldn't take long so don't try to leave or I'll cripple you on the spot'' Clyde left the cave smiling as he heard the muffled whimpers of his captive.

~About half an hour later~

\tClyde looked back from where he came from. The sun peaking over the hills and forests lit up the devastation on the fields behind him. Structures were rubble that was scattered on the ground with the thousands of dead combatants. A legion of crows and vultures soared above, and legions more picked apart the corpses. Clyde barely remembered the battle and could only recall a few of the places and tactic that were used in previous conflicts he'd fought through. He didn't put too much thought into the carnage or how many families were ruined, or young lives were cut short or, hell, even if the corpse he molested hours before was one of his allies or not. Instead, he turned back to his destination that's a short stroll in front of him.

\tGaurbusch was a quaint little village before the endless wars ravaged the landscape of the entire continent. Bandits, Looters, Deserters, and others of ill repute had taken shelter, fought, and picked through it's burnt remains and it showed well. Skeletal remains littered the dirt roads and destroyed buildings. As he began to close the distance between himself and the village itself, he smelled the odor of fresh corpses and then saw another cart, this one though was empty, however. Clyde took out his revolver and saber and eased forward ready for an inevitable conflict.

\tIt didn't take long for the first walking corpse to come into view. A small male corpse of a rabbit, the blood having been drained by a deep cut to the throat and its flesh clinging close to the bone. As the desecrated corpse shambled towards Clyde, he kept his feet still as he looked around. Seeing no other corpses, he stepped towards the zombie and reared the hand gripping the sword back before smashing the hilt into its open jaw with a slightly wet crunch.

\tThe corpse was dropped to the ground and Clyde quickly split its head in half, killing it for the second time. He took cautious strides toward where the zombie came from. Only a stone toss away was the cave entrance or, more correctly, a mine. In front of it were two reanimated corpses and a skeleton. He drew a bead on the leftmost zombie before sending a lump of lead through its head, dropping it to the ground. The two remaining quickly noticed Clyde not having the sentience enough to even acknowledge the redeaded corpse.

\tClyde took aim again at the other zombie, but noticed the skeleton raising some long rod looking thing. It didn't take even a fraction of a second for Clyde to realize what it was before ducking behind the old rotted wall. Immediately, the roar of the gun reverberated in his ear while simultaneously being peppered with wooden shrapnel as the lead ball smashed through the old wood. Clyde rounded the corner again, taking aim at where the skeleton was and fired immediately only hitting the zombie straight in the eye. The skeleton was reloading the flintlock and Clyde cocked the hammer back and shot...

\tExcept there was no shot. It took a second to register but Clyde cocked the hammer again and pulled the trigger only for the gun to fail to fire once again. The skeleton was already about 2/3 of the way to reloading the rifle, was a fair distance away, and Clyde wasn't going to be putting his life in this desiccated wall, so he didn't really have many choices. Clyde ran toward the rifle-wielding skeleton with as much force as he could put into his bounds with a saber raised. By the time he got to the skeleton, it had already loaded the rifle and had it raised. Clyde used his pistol hand to bash the rifle out of the way just as the skeleton fired and he brought the heavy sword down onto its skull, shattering it along with a few vertebrae.

\tClyde's arm felt wet. He checked his arm mechanically to make sure it was still intact. It was for the most part, it had grazed his bicep but had taken a good bit out of his arm and the sleeve covering it. He holsters the pistol before tearing the sleeve off from the hole and tied it around his wound. He kept his sword raised and ready as he eased into the mine. Though, the caution was unnecessary as he just rounded the turn was the cots and a bookshelf full of books. He wouldn't be able to carry all of this by hand, but that cart outside should help. Taking the cots with him to sleep on instead of the stone ground wouldn't hurt either.

~An hour later~

\tVickers woke up from his uncomfortable sleep from a swift kick to his side. He looked up to see the hyena again and the books and cots from his and his former teacher's hideaway lined against the wall. He was still bound to the corpse cart.

\t``As hard as it would seem I don't really want to kill you.'' Clyde said.

\t``Seems like you had a pretty easy time killing my mentor.'' Vickers replied, the uncomfortable sleeping position compounded with the smell of rotting flesh making his mood quite dower.

\t``Didn't really mean for the shot to kill him. I was aiming for his teeth. But that's all besides the point. I'm assuming you have a pretty good assumption who I am simply from what I look like and where I was.'' Clyde mumbled trying to take the topic away from the accidental slaying.

\t``The necrophile that's been tearing corpses apart like they were toys?'' Vickers answered.

\t``That's right.'' Clyde curtly responded with a perverse sense of pride in the tone.

\t``So, are you just going to kill me now? To keep your identity hidden and keep yourself in your maggot paradise.'' As calm as he had said it Vickers was trying his damnedest to stay stoic at the absolute guarantee of his untimely demise. All the more terrible to him given his corruption of life and death no doubt putting him number one on the gods shitlist.

\tThe silence between them filled Vickers with unease just wanting his death to be quick.

\t``No.'' Clyde finally responded after what felt like an eternity for Vickers. The response he heard was the last thing he expected, and it took a moment for him to say anything.

\t``What...Then what.... Wh-.... What are you going to do then?'' Vickers struggled to get the question out.

\t``... I think we should continue on the path to necromancy together. But not for the goal of raising a undead army to conquer nations.'' Clyde spoke softly.

\t``Then... Why?'' Vickers' Question oozed with confusion.

\t``Heh... Just think about who you're with... We can make a good bit of gold off this...'' Clyde grinned so wide it was a wonder his teeth stayed in his head.

\tVickers was about to sneer in disgust, but he started to think about it more. The nations were so embroiled in war that even the most fundamentalist of them had open drug markets and brothels working in broad daylight. Serving to niche audiences was an easy way to get a lot of coin very quickly.

\t``I... Alright. I'll help you. Just don't kill me.'' Vickers himself couldn't tell if his tone was because of the situation being what it was or just due to being as tired as he was. Either way, Clyde took out his knife and cut off the binds keeping his numb hands to the cart.

\t``Go ahead and get some sleep. We're gonna need to start practicing for this.'' Clyde dropped himself onto one of the cots and Vickers followed after.

\tVickers had been to cheap whorehouses before, and he knew how horrible some of them smelled. Just thinking about a whorehouse of corpses... He just hoped he'd lose his sense of smell long before they got to that stage.

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