The old man and Kirsteen were trapped in a sea of hideous rotting corpses all reaching out and trying claw at them.
The largest Zombie at the back however to the old man’s surprise started to attack the other creatures. It pulled a short female Zombie up off the ground by her hair and then placed its hand on her shoulder and pushed down hard, effectively tearing her head off.
Two of the other Zombies turned their attention to the giant, but they too were quickly torn to pieces by the larger creature. The other Zombies started to run alongside the Professor and Kirsteen.
The larger Zombie seemed to go to for the other members of its kind, allowing Kirsteen and the old man to escape back down another corridor.
At the end of that corridor was a dead end. “No it can’t be” The old man screamed in frustration.
Kirsteen saw that the larger Zombie was coming their, holding the severed head of one of its victims in one hand. It moved a lot faster than its large size would suggest. Kirsteen prepared to try and run past the monster, but the old man held her back.
“Trust me you wouldn’t make it, get behind me”, he said as he raised his cane in defence.
Just then a blue circle started to appear at the end of the corridor. “Quick get in” the old man shouted as he pulled Kirsteen into the circle.
The larger Zombie suddenly ran at its two intended victims with a look of panic on its face, but before he could reach them, the old man and Kirsteen vanished in a blue light.
Kirsteen suddenly found herself in a large, brightly lit room with a massive book case behind her, and a massive 20 inch screen tv and some recliner chairs in front of her. At the very centre of the room hung a massive gold chandelier.
On the left hand side of room were two huge wooden doors, whilst on the right hand side was a large dining area, fit with a huge 20 foot long table, and a small kitchen behind it. There were several, scared looking people huddled together over the table. There were about 6 people in total. One of them, an old man was constantly downing several shots of whisky. They all looked as though they had come from different eras. One, the youngest boy at the back looked like a little street urchin, whilst another appeared to be dressed in a confederate uniform from the wars of independence. At the back of the table was a young, attractive woman with long dark hair who appeared to be separate from the others. She looked less confused and disoriented and was holding a strange device. The woman rushed towards the old man as soon as he arrived.
“I’m so sorry Professor. I had to temporarily get rid of the portal when that creature discovered it. He would have used it to come here and.”
“That’s quite alright Lindsey I understand, the important thing is that we got the last survivor, now we can get out of here.”
“Excuse me” Kirsteen shouted. “Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on here? Am I on drugs again? Are you lot hallucinations.”
Lindsey approached Kirsteen. “Relax don’t worry, we’re here to help you. You’ve been abducted by aliens. That ship my friend here, Professor Fang rescued you from, it collided with ours. We’re not sure who created it yet, but it appears to run on magic.”
“Magic!” Kirsteen shrieked in surprise. “Aliens is one thing, but magic?”
One of the people at the back suddenly piped up, a young woman in her 20s. “Hang on a minute she looks like Kirsteen Williamson.”
“She could very well be”. Professor Fang said as he tinkered with some device by the wall.
“But that’s impossible, she died about 30 years ago!”
“So?” the Professor said. “I told you I haven’t had time to check what era we’re in, but we could very well be 30 years in your past, or 1000, or we could be in another universe altogether. Most of you are from different times. Still if you’ll give me a few minutes though we can find out where we are.” He said somewhat impatiently.
Kirsteen was deeply disturbed by this conversation and begged Lindsey to let her go. There was something about Lindsey that seemed non malicious. Even in this strange environment, Kirsteen didn’t feel threatened by her. Professor Fang however was a different story. Even though he had saved her life, there was something off putting about Fang. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
“Please we don’t really know what’s going on here either, but we’re doing the best we can. Just trust us, you’re safe in here.” Lindsey assured Kirsteen.
The others started to protest, but Fang quickly shut them down by slamming his stick on the table.
“I don’t like any of you being here either. This is my home, and I’m normally very picky about who I let stay here. Still we all have to stick together for the time being. Not all of you were lucky enough to get this far, or need I remind you.”
A deathly silence fell over the room.
“Exactly, now please give us some peace while we try and get us all out of this situation.”
After Fang and Lindsey left the room, Kirsteen went over to the table. The people almost didn’t pay attention to her they were so wrapped up in their own problems.
“So” Kirsteen said somewhat awkwardly. “Any chance any of you could tell me who, or rather what took us here.”
Only one of them answered Kirsteen, the old man that had been drinking the whisky, who was dressed in somewhat tattered clothes. ”
“None of us do. We’re all from different times it would seem. I’m from the year 3892. There I was, in the middle of the fight of my life with the Vampire scum, Felesca, and his pet Tyrannosaurus when suddenly I was in a tiny little room, with several rotting corpses pounding on my door.
“I’m sorry did you say Vampire?”
“Yes. I can only assume you come from a time before their filth covers our entire world? I’m convinced the man who brought us here is one of them.
“Yes, I know one when I see it. I’ve spent years running away from them to know one when I see it. Still I don’t think he’s behind the ship. Him and that girl, they’ve got something else in mind for us. If they try anything though don’t worry. I’ve killed more than my fair share of those bloodsucking monsters.”
Meanwhile the Professor and Lindsey had made their way to the control room. It had been somewhat damaged in the crash, but fortunately not only could the Professor repair it in no time, but the ship had a sort of magical healing factor that would repair any damage automatically anyway.
“Honestly you’d think they’d be grateful we pulled them out of that nightmare” The Professor said to Lindsey as he adjusted the controls.
“To be fair Professor, we may have been the ones who got them into this awful mess.”
“Nonsense my dear. You heard them. They were prisoners on board that ship before I eh crashed into it. Its strange that we didn’t find any pilots when we were searching for the survivors.”
“Apart from those horrors. God do I hate Zombies. I’ve never met one I liked you know. Even Vampires and Demons can be pleasant, but Zombies? They’re always bad company.”
“I quite agree my dear, but still there is no way those brutes could build a craft like that. No this is something else. Once we’ve gotten those people back to their own time, then I intend to investigate.”
The Professor attempted to start the ship, but nothing happened. He heard a strange whirring sound for a few seconds afterwards, before trying the controls again. This time however there was a crashing sound and the whole ship began to shake violently for a few minutes.
“I don’t understand, it should have repaired itself by now” The Professor said as he opened up the controls.
“No everything is in place, I don’t know why it won’t take us out of here.”
Just then a strange noise, like someone groaning in pain began to echo through the ship.
“I don’t like the sound of this” Lindsey said as she began to check the communication device. “According to this there’s nothing coming through.”
“Of course not. This noise is poking its way into our very minds Lindsey.” The Professor said in a worried tone.
The voice began to speak.
“Please help me, you, you are the only ones who can. I was too weak to contact you again.”
“Who are you?” The Professor said defiantly.
“I am Gyster, I am the vessel you clumsily crashed into with that bat shaped excuse for a vehicle.”
“Gyster? Of course I should have known. I’d heard stories about you. A lot of people dismissed you as a legend, but I have a slightly more open minded than most.” The Professor said which made Lindsey roll her eyes somewhat.
“Who is Gyster” Lindsey asked trying to get the conversation back on track.
“Gyster is a time and space ship made from magic. It was constructed by the Frexeia civilisation. They built it to explore all of time and space. The magic used to build it however caused the ship to develop sentience as you can see for yourself.
The ship loved its crew however. They were its friends, they all enjoyed travelling through time and space together. When the crew died, according to the legends Gyster would begin abducting other beings from all of time and space to be his new crew. ” The Professor said.
Lindsey had sudden realisation. “Oh my god. Those Zombies, they were his previous crew members.”
“I didn’t kill them!” The voice protested.
“They died themselves of old age. Most of them were not happy at being taken at first, but in time most of them came to appreciate the lives I gave them. When they died I kept their corpses preserved in magic as a sign of respect.”
“There’s a huge but isn’t there”. Lindsey said.
“If my ship was ever breached by an outside menace, then I would bring them back as Zombies to protect my current crew.”
Both Lindsey and the Professor felt sick at the revelation.
“I was honouring them!” The voice protested. “I was giving them a chance to be heroes again after their passing. I was allowing them to save the next generation.”
“The ones I met didn’t seem to see it that way Gyster” The Professor said with disdain. “Why were they trying to kill your current crew?”
“That is on your head Vampire. When our vessels collided in the vortex, you ruptured my engine. The magic from my core seeped out and revived the Zombies. They’re crazed, feral, but they are the least of my problems. In a few hours the rupture will become so great that I will explode.”
Lindsey could see that the vessel’s words had affected Fang. “Well you could have looked where you were going too.” She snapped.
“Neither of you are leaving until you repair my core. Your vessel is caught in a trap of my creation. Its draining the energy from your core. It’ll put off my death by a couple of more hours. After that, I’ll die, but your vessel will be trapped here, powerless unable to move, and you’ll be caught in the blast.”
“I don’t intend to help you carry on taking people and defile their corpses. You’re a monster” Lindsey protested.
“Sadly we don’t have a choice I’m afraid. He holds all the cards for now. We need to fix that engine, for those people out there. We’ll talk about his poor lifestyle choices later” The Professor said in a grim tone.
“You will not take my new friends” The voice boomed! “This is the best collection I’ve ever assembled. Heroes, artists. They’re mine!”
“Like I said we’ll discuss that later. First let us teleport back to your ship.”
“I’m afraid not. If I let you have enough power to teleport then you would have enough power to break free. I docked my vessel beside yours.
“If you think that I’m going to make my way through those Zombies.” The Professor protested.
“Like you said. I hold all the cards.”