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More zombies! This world may last a bit. Warnings still apply. If you are squeamish, I suggest skipping the next 2-4 chapters.

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The Twelve Talismans:

Dimensional Travels

Chapter 20

The Trek

(Sora/Izzy)

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"Nnnngh!" Izzy whined a bit as Sora wrapped a bandage around the nasty bite on his shoulder. A gift from his once protector Tentomon.

"It looks impressive, but it's superficial." Sora commented. "Insects are not known for having big teeth." She added as tied the bandage tight around his shoulder to stop the bleeding. She had gotten pretty good at this, sadly enough.

The humans rushed through packing and preparations for the long trek across the desert. "So... is he going to turn into a zombie now?" Gomamon asked with a worried look. He was checking out Sora's work, her stitches small and neat, done with obvious skill. "Do we have to... OUCH!"

Biyomon gave Gomamon a slap on the head. "Don't even joke about that!"

"I was not joking!" The seal winced. "He was... He got..."

"It's a digital virus." Izzy explained. "Do I look like a digimon? I don't have glowing red eyes and black energy shooting out of them, do I?" The boy shook his head. "There are no human zombies."

"That's maybe the only thing that could make it worse." Gomamon admitted.

Piedmon was gazing across the landscape with a sigh. "Ah the digital world. I'd say it is good to be home, but that would be a lie..."

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Piedmon looked out from the stone balcony, fingers gripping tightly around the rail. He could see the horde in the distance. They were moving upon his once proud domain at a slow, deliberate pace, picking the woods clean of any digimon that drew breath. "You are an utter fool." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Well, excuse me, sir." Datamon was hunched over a computer and frantically drawing and soldering in wires. "The code I wrote was pure genius." He added. "Myotismon was many things, but a genius was not one of them. He tried to further alter my code so he could function while in stasis. That is utter foolishness."

"Yes, and we shall all suffer for it." The dark clown prince had sent out pretty much his entire army to confront them. He did not know what they were facing. Now they were coming back for him

"Bah!" MetalSeadramon growled. He had been watching as well. The metal blade-horn on his armoured serpentine forehead glinted as he raised his body in a striking position. "We should have curbed this problem ourselves and not let our minions attempt to do it."

"But we will now!" Puppetmon suddenly jumped on the ocean monster's head. Red strings connected his wooden body to the giant cross-shaped handle on his back. "Come on big guy, let's go have some fun!"

"Don't be idiots you two." Piedmon gestured to the outskirts. You could hear the howls of the undead like whispers in the wind. "This has moved beyond us."

The two other dark masters laughed, both too arrogantly confident in their powers to heed Piedmon's assessment. "Come on Puppetmon." MetalSeadramon took to the skies. "Let's go exterminate these vermin." Piedmon's further protests were ignored and the two charged away, Puppetmon riding MetalSeadramon like a steed as the giant serpent took off and started launching attacks in the distance. Even from there Piedmon could see scores of the zombies going down like bowling pins, burnt and mangled, but few stayed down. Missing limbs, faces, entire chunks of their bodies, the digimon zombies still came forward. The ones who could fly swarmed the pair in minutes, bringing down a MetalSeadramon howling in pain. Puppetmon flew from his back into the swarm and promptly vanished within the sea of undead. The zombies now covered the oversized serpentine dragon like a second skin, tearing chunks of flesh with tooth and claw.

Piedmon sighed as he watched the swarm start fighting each others for another piece of meat. "Well they at least managed to buy us some time." He commented as he turned to the door, instantly dismissing his former allies as lost. "Fools do have their uses, occasionally." He walked back inside the huge hall where a complicated piece of machinery reached up to the ceiling. Machinedramon, the massive robotic dinosaur was sliding another power converter in place.

"We still must make haste." Machinedramon responded with implacable logic. "I estimate they will be here in twenty-three minutes." Sparks flew as he welded the new piece to the top of the machine.

Datamon continued his frantic data entry and programming work. "And I shall be done in five point three minutes..." His fingers danced like mad tap dancers on two keyboards at the same time. A couple minutes of crazy works later, almost to the microsecond as Datamon had predicted, the contraption came to life with a slow buzz. The circular platform in its centre sparked first, before a blue portal slowly took form. Piedmon watched with a grin as it grew from a pinhole, to the size of a small pool. Datamon didn't wait for the others, diving through the moment it was large enough. The portal shimmered a bit as he went through, then returned to normal. Machinedramon waited as Piedmon approached the ring. "The portal's size does not seem to be increasing." He observed. His normally emotionless voice seemed to carry a bit of worry.

"Sorry Machinedramon." Piedmon bowed at the portal entrance, a constant airflow being sucked through the portal. "We simply do not have the available resources to accommodate of your... stature." The clown digimon took a step back. "Give my regards to the rampaging horde."

"You traitor!" Machinedramon roared, the twin cannons on his back preparing to fire. All the attack managed, however, was to annihilate the machine that was to be his salvation, leaving the cybernetic digimon to his grizzly fate.

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"Well that was unpleasant." Piedmon sighed as he looked around the ruined remains of Tokyo. Entire buildings looked like they had been pulled apart by hungry digimon looking for survivors. "It is a shame we could not bring Machinedramon. I have a feeling his abilities may have been useful."

"It would have taken nearly 150 more hours to procure enough power to generate a digital gate that could accommodate one of his size." Datamon's only concern was his own safety. And right now, Piedmon was his only source of protection.

"Indeed. Unfortunately, it seems clear this world is equally infested with digimon undead." The two digimon walked down the streets, the entire city quiet. Not even the basic background noise of insect humming, the buzz of electricity or the bustle of traffic. "And a fair number at that, for them to have picked clean a city of this si-" The digimon interrupted himself at the sound of something running down the street, and promptly pulled one of the four swords on his back, ready for anything.

A little girl, no more than five came running around the corner. All she wore were blue Doraemon pyjamas, torn and tattered and bloody at the knees from repeated falls. She came to a dead stop at the sight of the tall clown and promptly wet herself in terror. "Ugh. Humans. Sad situation when they are the lesser of two evils." Piedmon sighed as he heard a much louder sound. The heavy footfalls of something larger echoed in the streets. Piedmon was soon greeted by two newcomers.

Leomon came first. His orange fur was coming out in chunks, a coil of intestines hanging out of a deep belly wound. Ogremon was beside him, his normal green skin a sickening grey. He was missing his left arm, holding his bloodstained bone club in his good hand. "Look!" Ogremon pointed at Piedmon, drooling black ichor as he lisped due to torn lips. "More living flesh!"

"The meat is ours!" Leomon snarled reflexively, raising his double-edged sword. Like Ogremon's his weapon was stained with the blood of countless humans.

The clown arched an eyebrow haughtily, not at the fact they would eat a child, but that they would order him around like the lowest servant. "Pardon me?"

"Forget the child." Ogremon interjected. "The clown has way more meat!"

Both of them, driven by unquenchable hunger, leapt brandishing their weapons. It wasn't even a challenge. Piedmon's swords moved like the wind itself, cleaving both assailants down the centre cleanly, causing a messy splat when they landed on the pavement. "Of all the impertinent..." he huffed as she shook his swords clean of the blood. "Come on Datamon, we need to-" Piedmon looked down. The girl was holding on to his boot, face buried into the fabric and little fingers clutching onto the material like a death grip. "Remove yourself child." Unsurprisingly, that did not work; she only tightened her hold, shaking. The mega digimon reached down, grabbed the little girl by the scruff of her PJs and lifted her up. "Child, I am a Dark Master. I've slain more beings than I can remember." No fear. None at all. In fact, there was a look of relief in her eyes. Piedmon looked angrily at Datamon. "What world is this when even one such as I cannot scare a mere child?!" He exclaimed, dropping her on the ground. "Go! Run! Shoo!" He dismissed her with an irritated wave of his hand.

The girl got up to her feet unsteadily, looked behind herself for a moment, then promptly ran up to Piedmon and latched onto his leg again. "Looks like you now have a new worshipper." Datamon cracked in his tinny voice.

Piedmon had been reaching for his sword, about to strike down the child in cold blood, but Datamon's unconsidered words gave him pause. He was a ruler, a commander, a conqueror, and his entire army and servants were now reduced to the very one responsible for the virus destroying them all. "One child is my kingdom. How the mighty have fallen... A single being. Preposterous." He sighed. "If only I had more, maybe it could become merely pathetic..."

The little girl's eyes lit up. She began tugging on the digimon's boots, and

frantically pointing down the street. "Now what, urchin?"

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Andromon was a powerful being, a humanoid cyborg digimon with a metallic hide. He had once been their ally, if not their friend. That was before he was infected, becoming yet another one of the flesh-eating creatures. Aside from being so powerful, he was a brilliant strategist: his analytical mind had rapidly took notice that the world would be wiped out of all things worth consuming within a few years. And so he had made a contingency plan...

For starter he had secured a building, and modified it to be undetectable by virtually any mean other than direct contact. The holographic shield of his design eliminated any heat, energy, or scent signature. His own little private sanctuary.

His second problem was food supply. Most digimon simply tore through humans and digimon alike, then moved on to the next. Andromon knew he would need his own replenishable supply, and so he had gathered up humans and kept them here. Each former apartments was now a secure cage, and hundreds of humans were kept in them like cattle. There were a few digimon too... He needed a mean to power the shield. Hence he kept Elecmon at hand. A few infant Digimon were still alive, and Biyomon took care of them. Andromon hoped that the digimon babies would grow shortly, and provide more than a mouthful of meat. The humans meanwhile, had a much more... immediate purpose. The older, weaker ones he consumed first. The rest, the young and strong...

"Commence procreation." He spoke. His organic humanoid jaw was now stained with the blood of countless victims. Even now he held a thigh bone in his right hand, sucking marrow from it ever minute or so. He found it kept his hunger in check. Mostly.

Izzy looked away, a look of disgust on his face. The young skinny teen's school pants were pooled around his feet, his erection sticking out painfully hard under his small swatch of brownish-red curly pubic hair, veins throbbing on the shaft. Looking up at him was his good friend Sora. She was in her own old, ripped school uniform, skirt hiked up over her waist to display her crotch to him and the walking dead digimon. "Must you watch us?" The boy genius asked, trying not to look directly at her.

"I must, to ensure insemination proceeds." Andromon was no idiot. He knew the humans would only pretend to mate if not supervised. Digimon reproductive rates were far to low to be any use to him. He had eaten most of them first, saving the humans for breeding.

Izzy knew it was pointless to argue. The digimon had forced them before. Any time refused to cooperate the cyborg would torture them until they complied or worse, simply devour the offender. The teen grabbed his hard member, and pressed it against her opening. Sora let out a little whimper as she was taken, but from humiliation more than anything else. It was far from the first time this happened; it wasn't even the first time today. The boy didn't apologize as he entered her; he used to whenever he had sex with one of the females, but neither of them had any choice in the matter. Apologies were just meaningless.

Sora didn't feel any pain as he entered and started to move back and forth. She had been having sex with him, not to mention all the other males here, essentially as many times as Andromon could force the men to have sex.

Izzy humped. At first she was quite dry down there; she simply was not aroused. Being forced to fuck random males in front of an anthropophagous digimon was not exactly conducive to it, but even then, after several minutes of the boy pumping in and out she began to get moist from the constant stimulation. The boy started to groan, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. He still felt pleasure from this and it just made it worse that even on that primitive level he was enjoying this.

Andromon continued to watch emotionlessly. He had learned a lot about human mating rituals. It was difficult to get some of the males erect at first, but since raiding a pharmacy for Viagra and keeping the humans males on a constant supply of it, it had been easier. He also had the women on a cocktail of fertility drugs. He had been trying for a few months since he first had the ideas. A few lucky pregnancies, but he hoped he could still increase the rate of multiplication.

Izzy groaned as he continued to pump in the girl's soft body, moving in and out. His dick was painfully hard. Andromon kept them so doped up he would hardly lose his erection, except for brief times right after orgasm. He knew that all these dosages could not have been healthy, but again he had no choice. He just continued his pace, thanks to the Viagra more than anything. It still took a lot for him, almost fifteen minutes of frantic humping before he was able to blow. "Uhhh..." Izzy started to shoot strands of weak cum into Sora--Andromon had been forcing him to mate five times a day or more, and he simply didn't have the loads anymore. He finally stopped, simply resting inside his forced lover for a short while.

That was soon interrupted by Andromon grabbing Izzy by the scruff of his collar and shoving him to the side. His thin finger probed inconsiderately inside Sora's vagina, pulling her open wide. "Uh!" She grimaced painfully, still blushing. She hated the invasion.

The cyborg saw the jizz leaking out of her vagina and down the red labias. She had been fucked so much her vulva was red from constant irritation. Andromon had to make sure that the males did orgasm during copulation. More than once they had tried to fool him by simply pretending to cum, so now he performed a thorough check after every mating. "Insemination successful." Sora lowered her skirt to protect her modesty as soon as the metal digits were removed from her privates.

"Glad you're happy." She snapped, barely fighting her anger off. Getting angry wouldn't help. She tugged down her skirt, wishing it was a little longer, or that she still had a pair of panties, but in this ravaged world, that was a luxury too much to hope for.

Andromon either didn't notice or care. He looked to Izzy, the boy hiking up his stained slacks. "You will rest for thirty point four minutes." He then sucked some more marrow from the thigh bone to curb his appetite before speaking again. "Then you will mate with subject 96. Designation, Kimiko."

Izzy looked in horror as the name was mentioned. "But... she's only eleven!" He snapped. He knew the girl, a little thing so terrified she could barely eat; her mind was all but gone, and she just sat curled up in the foetal position in a corner of one of the cage.

"Subject 96 had initiated first menstruation cycle ten days prior to this time." Andromon stated. "She is able to bear a child, and fertilization is most likely to be achieved with repeated mating in the next ten day interval."

"She's just a child!" Sora sat on the ground, tears forming in her eyes.

"Mating cycle will commence. All males will mate with her till she is impregnated." Andromon came over to Izzy, his normally impassible voice actually taking on a tone. Most of the humans had learnt to take this as a threat.

"No!" Izzy snapped, waving out his right hand. "She's only a kid! I won't do this!"

Andromon's right hand suddenly snapped the femur bone it was holding like a brittle twig. "You will copulate with the females to produce offspring for consumption."

"No!" Izzy kicked Andromon square in his chest plating, but only succeeded in spraining a toe. "You're sick!"

Andromon suddenly let out a hiss. The hunger was taking hold of him now and overcoming all of his logic. "If you will not provide me with subsistence, you will become subsistence!" He snarled as his jaws moved forward. Sora screamed. She had witnessed the scenario play out dozens of time and it still struck a visceral chord.

KACHUNG! Andromon's face smashed into the handle of a sword that has appeared almost if by magic into the cement wall between the two. He dropped Izzy in surprise and swivelled his head in the direction the sword had been thrown from. Izzy landed on the floor with a grunt.

"Ahhh lovely place." Piedmon walked in, craning his head left and right. "A few curtains here, a throw pillows there, it will be just like home!" He took his time, admiring the shabby surroundings as if it was the Taj Mahal itself. The little girl that led him to this place was poking her head around the corner, little fingers holding the door frame tightly.

Andromon turned to face the newest intruder. "The food is mine!" His left hand twisted into a pointed lance, electricity sparking from the point. "You will not take it from me, clown!" His reaction, like Leomon's, was a reflex with no connection to his previous analytical approach.

"Ugh." Piedmon pressed a palm to his forehead dramatically. "Utterly disgusting and vile little urchins? You must be kidding. No robot. All I am interested in here is your quaint little domicile."

As if the prospect of someone going after his food supply wasn't enough, that seemed to make the cyborg digimon even angrier. "LIGHTNING!" He held out his hand to strike but was struck first from the back and fell forward, Datamon having snuck from behind and launched a surprise attack.

Piedmon whipped out two daggers from under his sleeves in a skilled motion, one in each hand. With surgeon-like skill, he jammed both hilt-deep into Andromon's eyes as the digimon fell forward. Andromon let out an electronic screech as his brain became hopelessly scrambled. He smashed against the ground and did not move. "I suppose that is considered unsporting, but then, I never did like a fair fight." Piedmon deadpanned. He stepped over the now truly dead body and looked at the humans.

"So... you're not going to eat us?" Izzy was still sitting on the ground, unsure what to make of all this.

"Oh, please!" Piedmon looked ill at the thought. "Your presence alone nauseates me. Don't get me started on the smell."

"And... you aren't going to make us..." Sora searched for an appropriate word. "Mate?"

"Dear heavens, no!" Piedmon looked even more disgusted, if that was at all possible. "I should seriously hope if you must engage in such... debauchery you shall do so away from my magnificent presence." The clown looked down at Izzy. "Far away." He turned around with a sigh. "Datamon, familiarize yourself with the cloaking system this place has. Human boy..."

"Izzy." He offered his name to the new arrival.

"As if I should care." Piedmon replied arrogantly. "You shall tell me about my subjects and my kingdom."

"Kingdom?" Sora was finally up now, standing next to Izzy.

"Yes." Piedmon let out a loud drawn out sigh. "A pathetic kingdom indeed... but it is still mine. Mine to command and to protect."

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Back in the present and the Digital World, the last survivors were walking at a brisk pace. There was a sense of mixed desperation and hope in the air as the pyramid slowly became visible in the distance. Gatomon caught up to Piedmon, who lead the group in bold strides. Piedmon kept going silently, as if he didn't notice the cat at first, then spoke up abruptly without looking at her. "Is there something on your mind?"

"You went back for that child." She answered, a statement more than a question.

"And you wish for me to compliment you on your observation skills?" He retorted. "It was no risk to me."

"Yes it was." Gatomon replied. "They almost had you. Even you aren't omnipotent. All they needed is a bite. You know that. And you know nobody would have said a word if you'd left him. Why protect them? I mean... the Piedmon I knew was a sadist who delighted in tormenting others. He thrived on fear and intimidation."

Piedmon chuckled a bit, wiping a mock tear from his eye. "Oh my dear Gatomon. I've see giant digimon gobble up infants like popcorn. I've seen Chosen digimon eat the still living insides of humans they've sworn to protect. I've seen things that haunt even my perverse dreams, and every single one of my subjects has seen as bad, if not worse." Piedmon stopped and bent down. "Tell me, how can even I compete with horrors such as those?" The clown prince smiled, before getting up again and resuming his stride.

"You didn't answer my question." Gatomon replied. "Why protect them? You would be much safer by yourself."

"Holed up in some dank little cave by myself?" Piedmon's gloved hand made a dismissive gesture. "One such as me requires subjects. And this pitiful band is, sadly, all that is left in the world for me to reign over, so they have to do. And them being my serfs entails my generous protection."

Gatomon raised an eyebrow. "So you only keep them around for the ego boost?"

"Perhaps." Piedmon turned and grinned wide. "Or perhaps I realized even one as powerful as I am can't fight the entire Digital World. That I will one day be bitten, or devoured by hungry fangs... and that is one last chance to redeem myself to the Digital Gods." Piedmon clasped his hands close to his chest, then let out a cruel chuckle: "But most likely the ego idea."

Gatomon continued walking beside him for a bit. "I think you like it." She whispered. "I think you like being the hero... but still think of yourself as a villain. So you still put on this... act."

Piedmon stopped for a moment. "An act you say?" A dagger was at her throat without her having a chance to escape. She didn't try: she knew she had no chance against him. None of them did. "I could slit your throat, and not one of then say a word... or even care. But my power is not what they fear." The clown slid the dagger back in his sleeve, chuckling softly. "They fear losing my protection. Maybe I am a hero... But maybe this world needs a hero who is a villain."

Gatomon rubbed her neck as she walked back to the group. "You okay?" Gomamon asked, seeing how the cat was visibly shaken. He carried a little boy on his back, letting the child ride for a bit.

"Yeah... just chatting with our fearless leader." Gatomon took her paw off her neck as she came close. She flashed a smile at him, feeling a little proud at how her friend was trying to help as best as he could. He may be a jerk sometimes, but he does his best. The thought died in her mind as two massive jaws suddenly appeared from the sand, clamping shut over the child and Gomamon with a loud crunch. "GOMAMON!" Gatomon shrieked as the enormous dragon head moved up from its hiding place under the dune, sand pouring off it like water. The head belonged to MetalSeadramon. It was essentially the only part of him that remained, the zombies having only left a spine and ribs attached to it. On top rode the Pinocchio digimon Puppetmon, his body withered and cracked, still holding on to his metallic hammer and leaking sap from the cracks.

There was a rumbling as a giant rusted dragon, burst out of the next sand dune. He dwarfed over the cowering humans, one eye burnt out. "The last meal on this planet." Machinedramon spoke in a stereo voice. "And it belongs to the Dark Masters."

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Izzy's comment "I don't have glowing red eyes and black energy shooting out of them, do I?" is an inside joke, based on my other mega series End Game, where he did have those kind of powers. A good read, if I do say so myself, if a bit rough. Anyway, feel free to comment, vote, and so on. And I do give out preview and rough drafts for those eager and can't wait! I am at [email protected], and mrredrover on AIM.