What kind of World is this?

Hours later…

Oi, I hate being on watch. I admit I have decent combat effectiveness but lord knows what could be out here. The wind seemed to drop at least a dozen degrees and began to blow constantly. The trees and earth seemed to moan and wail in agony, silently.

*Ruffle* *Ruffle*

"Who's there? Be warned I will shoot first." No answer. Everything in my spirit wants to head back to camp and awake the others, but what if it's just a critter. Wait, no, critters are deadly now too. If not more so.

Sure enough as I draw closer, a rabbit jumps out of the nearby brush and darts into the distance. "Whew, ok. Stop being such a wimp."

*Swooosh**Swoosh*

Then there were 2 more rabbits disappearing into the same direction. Then another. Then another. Then other creatures began to appear one by one. Each bigger than the one before. What are they running from? In the distance I can make out the silhouette of a young boy getting chased by what seems to look like a hobo.

Should I, should I not. Am I a hero type? He could just be getting a punishment for bad behavior. Ah crap. Why am I already running over.

Boy they can move. After a few dozen minutes of running I finally getter a better glimpse of the situation. The man seems to be a police officer just covered in heavy soot. The little boy seems to be around the preteen age. As they scuttle through the area the little boy finds an abandoned building and tries to find a place to hide. That was when it happened.

Instead of going through the front door the officer simply melded into the pathway like an apparition. No way. Not fighting ghosts. Nope. Then what will happen to the little boy?

"Grrrrr" Barg appears beside me growling fiercely at the house. We are going in there aren't we. Dammit. I begin to assess the surroundings. The house looks like a simple 2 story Victorian style house. Yet the windows are boarded and some of the structure seems to be crumbling.

The pathway up to the house seemed to light up with a dark hue each step we took as if activating some sort of mechanism. As we reached the door, not a sound could be heard from inside the house.

Before going further I prepared my pistols and prepared my flame just in case. Each step we took seemed to summon a wail from deep within the house. In the front hallway it was empty except for a few bodies lying against the walls. Which left the foulest stench.

"Growl" Before I knew one of the bodies lunged at us.

*Pow**Pow*

I let off two shots one to the arm reaching, and the other to the heart. When it fell to the ground I noticed that it seemed to have a similar officer outfit as the original hobo. Dungeon? Of zombie cops? Sure enough ignoring the bullets lodged in its arm and torso the zombie stood once again.

Crap, how do you beat zombies again? Complete dismemberment, headshots, fire. Ha, perfect we can do that.

"Barg, attack its legs. Try to rip 'em off if you can." I still do not know to what extent he can understand me but he seems to be able to pick up on my intentions really well. His flames erupt and he begins to circle around the opponent.

Right as the zombie gained the footing and spacing to prepare a second lunge, Barg lunged faster grabbing onto its foot in mid-air. As the zombie struggled on the ground, the next step was simple. I walked up to it and first I used the flame. There was a theory I wanted to check.

Sure enough, as the zombie came into contact with the blackflame the wounds on its body began to heal and its strength began to return. Before it could heal fully…

*Pow**Pow*

Checkmate. 2 Shots to the head and brain stem should do the trick. Would a zombie possess a core? I don't really wanna check though. That's disgusting. Oh wait. I turn my head to look at Barg and he simply let out a whimper or 2 before beginning his search.

That was quite a wretched sight. I promised him many more slabs of sausage or his hard work and dedication. This zombies core seemed pretty strange as the energy emitting from it was quite strong for such a weak creature. If these zombies were to continue to get stronger what would they become?

Nope. Kill them all. I can hear the sound of fighting coming from below, but instead of following immediately I decided to clear all the rooms I can first and see if I can find anything. If I have learned anything from gaming it is to search everything first. You never know what heaven defying item you can find. Even more so nothing would be worse than fighting the boss and getting pushed by the minions you ignored from behind.

The next room seemed to be the family room. As we entered there were toys everywhere and a young girl lying peacefully on the floor. Her skin still looks healthy. Maybe she isn't dead.

Shoot her? What if she is alive? Oh, the dilemma. Maybe, I should fire a warning shot. If she doesn't wake up after that, then… No, no, no that still looks bad. Ah the flame. If she absorbs it then she is undead right.

As I approached the body, little did I know that the eyes of each of the dolls and miscellaneous toys were each watching my movements. I summoned just enough to light the tip of my finger and placed it on her forehead. No reaction.

Oh, okay then we need to save her too. Right as I began to relax, strange runes fell down her face and the flame that was atop my finger vanished completely. Then so did the little girl.

"Ah, Thank you, thank you, thank you, mister for the candy. Are you here to play with me too?" Eerie and joyful laughter seemed to pour into the room from the walls. Creepy, just too creepy.

"Umm, no. Unfortunately, I am not here to play with you. I was looking for a little boy who came through here a little while ago. Would you happen to have seen him?" You know you would be surprised how many situations you can get out of by addressing it calmly and speaking pleasantly. I don't think this is one of those though.

"So… You're not here to play with me? Daddy said he would bring me back friends to play with and you came back with Daddy so you must be my new friend. Silly, you almost had me fooled. Daddy always said I was the smartest. Hahaha, Play with me." Somewhere toward the end of her spell her voice became more and more demented.

Nodding my head I slowly try to creep back toward the door of the room. That was when I noticed Barg growling once again. Following his eyes I saw a sight no one who knows the horrors of Childs Play would ever want to see. The dolls and toys stood up and grew and grew and grew.

What is going on? How do you kill a toy? Well also fire right? Will my flames work on them?

"Umm, so what game would you like to play?" Try to be cordial. Be cordial.