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Not another world! A warning! This is one of my most bloodiest, goriest ones. If you are squeamish, I suggest skipping the next 2-4 chapters.

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The Twelve Talisman:

Dimensional Travels

Chapter 18

Dead Mon Walking

(Biyomon/Elecmon)

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"How... how long have we been gone?" Gabumon choked on the smell of death and smoke pervading the air. He looked around, seeing almost nothing that wasn't in rubbles, burned to ashes, or shredded to pieces.

Gatomon looked around, still clad in the ninja outfit. "We were only gone, what, two, three months? What... What could have happened?" Tokyo Tower, the city's most famous landmark had been reduced to a stump, its twisted remains crushing several nearby buildings.

"Wait!" Gomamon stared in the cracked window of a nearby convenience store. "That calendar... It's five years out of date!" He pointed out.

"What?" Gatomon walked up to the 7-11's window, eyes narrowing. The calendar was yellowed by age, but the picture for that month was clearly for Diablo, a game that was already out at least half a decade old.

"This isn't our world... it's... like an alternate timeline or something." Gabumon took a deep breath. "Oh thank heavens... Matt, T.K., everyone is safe!"

"So... this is not our world?" The feline took a deep breath... she had come close to tears at the thought of her partner, and their other friends.

"I figure not." Gomamon confirmed before they noticed something shuffling around inside. A familiar blue head bobbed out of the aisle, looking away from the group at a cardboard cutout of a Japanese girl advertising Pocky. It cocked its blue head, staring at the figure as if it might come to life.

None of them could have possibly mistaken those pointed ears for anything else. "V-mon?" Gatomon walked in, stepping over the broken glass. "Is... is that you?"

The dragon turned his head, or rather what was left of it. A big chunk had been sliced right off the left side, hidden by their relative position. His brain was exposed to the elements and a thick, black ichor slowly oozed out. The eye on that side was also missing, and maggots now festered in the hole, while his left arm hung by nothing more than a scrap of skin and muscles, broken bones poking out as the limb waggled back and forth. "Grahhh?" He spoke, revealing a swollen tongue that barely fit his mouth.

Gatomon fought to swallow back the bile coming up her throat. "Oh dear gods... V-mon!" She rushed up and hugged him gently, as if doing so could hurt him more. "Don't worry... we're here to help... Gyahhh!"

The dragon had suddenly bit down right over her shoulder, making a loud crunch of tortured metal and drawing a yelp that was as much in surprise and terror as it was of pain. His good arm had grabbed her tunic and was now ripping it down the middle.

"Gatomon!" Gabumon shoved her assailant to the ground, V-mon bringing a good portion of her top with him. "Are you all right?!"

"I'm fine!" Gatomon looked at her shoulder to make sure.

V-mon had ripped the piece of armour right out and was now... trying to chew on it. The yellow digimon's attack had caused him to fall on his tail with a sickening sound of broken bones. He seemed to realize the metal was not edible and spat it before scrambling to his feet.

"Fuck, I know this movie! Gatomon, do not let him bite you!" Gomamon shouted as their friend charged.

The feline's paws shot out and held V-mon by the neck and arm. He continued to snap at her with shrivelled lips, but the champion-level easily kept him at bay. He never seemed to think about kicking her. "V-mon! What's happened to you?" She asked, on the verge of tears.

"He's a zombie." Gomamon sighed as he approached. "We're in a universe where everyone's turned into a fucking zombie!"

"Zombie?" Gatomon was not horror movie watcher, but she knew what a typical horror movie zombie was. It had just never come to her that they might actually encounter one. It made sense: with an apparently infinite number of universes, anything was possible. "Is there anything we can do for him?"

He's a danger to you and everyone... kill him...

"I dou-"

"He's trying to eat you." Gabumon interjected. The dragon continued to struggle as if he could not evaluate her strength. "We should kill him, before he kills us."

"Gabumon!" Gatomon replied shocked. "He's our friend!"

"Gatomon... I think he's right. He's not our friend anymore... look at him! His brains are half missing! Obviously anything that was V-mon is gone now..." Gomamon sighed. "He's just a retarded, mindless zombie now."

"Now that was just uncalled for."

The trio whirled around at hearing a familiar voice. "Hawk..." Gatomon's voice died when she saw the state they were in.

Hawkmon and Armadillomon stood before them, rotten and dead, yet not dying. The brown feathered bird's beak was split down the middle, as was his abdomen, revealing putrid innards. The yellow armadillo's rock-hard shell had been partly shattered, the fragments mixed into necrotic flesh underneath. His stance was oddly crooked: his left hindleg was completely gone. Hawkmon spoke again . "I mean poor V-mon here suffers a terrible injury, and all you can do is call him names..."

"Huh?" Gabumon was just as surprised as the rest of them.

"Okay, so maybe what I saw in zombie movies was wrong." Gomamon admitted, though he tried not to look directly at any of the newcomers. "Sorry..."

"Hey, Gomamon." Armadillomon grinned toothily. "Ya looking a lot more manly. than the last time we saw ya. Not ta mention alive an' all."

Gomamon felt his stomach churn slightly. "Um, thanks?"

"It's okay." Hawkmon smiled, though it failed to put any of the time travellers at ease--how could anybody be comfortable around walking, decomposing corpses? "Sometimes when we take a shot to the head, it doesn't outright... well for lack of a better term, kill us." Hawkmon explained.

"But it can shave off a few IQ points, like it did ta poor V-mon there." Armadillomon motioned to the blue digimon, who had never stopped snapping at Gatomon.

"Oh thank the Gods." Gomamon wiped his brow. "So... you guys aren't going to try and eat us."

"What? Of course we are... But we are at least going to be civil about it." Hawkmon grinned, making the two halves of his beak rub against each others. Before his words could register, he had reached up to grab the feather ontop his head. "Feather STRIKE!" Turning into a sharp ring, the feather was sent flying, taking Gabumon down. The lizard had never seen it coming and smashed in a rack of mouldy cereal bars.

"DIAMOND SHELL!" It was Armadillomon's turn. His balled up body smacked into Gatomon's stomach, sending both her and V-mon flying into Gomamon.

"Ugh!" The dragon's teeth snapped less than an inch from the feline's face, but she still held him back. His breath reeked of death that should have been more than a mere inconvenience.

The yellow avian foot that pressed down on Gomamon's neck was missing a toe. "Walking around in the middle of town like happy meals... and you called us retarded?" Hawkmon moved close. "I think I will eat your brains first... Obviously it won't make much of a differ-" There was a swish of air and the digimon abruptly stopped talking. There was a brief silence, then the body split down the middle, cut in half like butter under a hot wire. Like a pita, its spewed rancid guts all over Gomamon's underside and the floor around it.

"GAHH!" Gomamon scrambled back, fighting back the urge to vomit. These days not much phased him... this did. Big time. "Fuck, FUCK, FUCK! That has to be the most fucked up thing ever!" He was so busy wiping himself somewhat clean that he completely missed the two other gusts of wind followed by Armadillomon and V-mon collapsing into pieces.

"Are you well?" A deep voice asked. It was familiar, but not in the least comforting.

The seal took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. "Thank y-" What little colour remained there drained again from his face..

A certain digimon, humanoid and dressed like a truly mad jester. Tall yellow boots over lime green pants, frilly red jacked with a wide Victorian collar, half-black half-white mask, and four swords on his back, each handle ending in one of the four suits. Piedmon... the most powerful of the Dark Master, a mega digimon, and one of the DigiDestined's greatest enemies.

He took a little bow, a hand on his chest. "Why... I am all too happy to help."

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A vacant lot in the middle of Tokyo would seem at best unlikely, even given the state of the world... Except it was not vacant. It merely looked the part thanks to otherworldly technology that could mask all the known means that Digimon could track down humans with. If one were to walk onto the lot, they would instantly notice the building, a ten-floor tall apartment building and one of the few relatively undamaged structures in the entire city: everything else had been torn apart by hungry digimon looking for one last scrap of meat. A discarded finger, a bit of intestines... anything. This one, however, was full of live humans and digimon, more of the former than the latter, which were mostly weak rookies: some Floramon, a Lopmon, a Crabmon. Their numbers made little difference, for virtually nothing could stand against the zombie horde.

The shield was a marvel of engineering held together by only two of the building's occupants. "Are we done yet?" A small mammal asked. It looked like a fat dog with red and blue stripped fur, long rabbit-like ears and the misplaced fan-shaped tail of a peacock. Right now Elecmon was channelling electricity through it, or more precisely the jumper cables hooked to it.

"Patience, Patience." Datamon retorted, checking the mishmash assortments of batteries they had colleted: car batteries, lithium cells... pretty much anything they could scrounge that would hold a charge. "I've told you countless times: we much charge slowly. Too much electricity at once could be detected by a cybernetic digimon." He was a stout robot with segmented limbs, a glass case atop his cylindrical body enclosing a brain, the only other biological element on him one of his two eyes. "All right, that should be enough for a few hours."

"Finally." Elecmon sighed and shook off the jumper cables. He had to do this two or three times a day and it left him drained, but he never let it show. "If you are done with me, I'd like to go check on my babies." The robot only waved a hand dismissively. The mammal walked back past a couple humans eating what seemed to be dog food from an unlabelled can. A veritable feast around here.

A pink bird was hunched over an old wooden crib. Inside were five little blobs of life: digimon babies... Little tiny heads with eyes that made equally little squeaks. "Sorry." Biyomon held on a bottle filled with baby formula. "Maybe when he gets back he'll have found some more..." She gave Botamon the last share, then put him back with the others. They were still hungry, but there was simply no food left. Biyomon herself was starving, often giving up her own share.

"How are they doing?" Elecmon asked, walking in and beside her. He had been the guardian of Primary Village, the Digital World's nursery where digimon were hatched and raised. It was not a dangerous job; no digimon would have ever hurt a baby digimon, at least until the zombies showed up.

"Hungry... And he's late." The bird took a step back, rubbing her wings nervously. "If... if something happened to him..." The babies nuzzled against each other for warmth as they all drifted off to sleep.

"Like anything could stop him." Elecmon moved his large flat head under her wing and nuzzled like a dog. Admittedly he was worried too... who wouldn't be? "Sides... I don't have to power the computers for a bit. The babies are asleep... I think we might have ten minutes to ourselves." His tongue slipped past his lips to lick the pink bird up her feathery chest once.

"MMmm Elecmon..." Biyomon shuddered a little as the broad tongue lapped up her side and over the nipple hidden under her plumage. "But the babies..."

"Are asleep." The red furred digimon licked again, this time hitting the other breast. He had a very strong tongue, and it was already affecting her. "We'll just be quiet, wouldn't be the first time..."

She cooed a giggle. "All right, but a quick one." She whispered. "He could be back any time now." She too needed it sometimes: with the world a loss, losing yourself in your own lust was a rare pleasure. She got down on her wings and knees and spread her own tail like a fan, the most convenient position by far for Elecmon. Not that they had not tried other, but doggystyle still remained her lover's favourite by far.

"Quick it is then." Elecmon grinned as her approached her cute behind. His tongue came out yet again and, moving between the bird's short yellow legs, pressed hard from her vulva to her asshole. He liked giving her a good bit of oral stimulation first to get her really wet, for he was well-hung and it always was a very tight fit; he wanted her prepped up for his inevitable entry.

Biyomon cooed softly, muffling her lust a bit. She would have liked to moan louder, but she didn't want to wake the babies... not to mention the rest of the occupants of the building. "MMmm, I never get tired of that tongue of yours." She panted as the tip pressed against her folds. She was soon thoroughly wet and dripping with sexual fluid and drool.

The male digimon spent a good five minutes lapping her, by which time she was completely exposed, and she soon felt the familiar feel of his weight on her and of his thick cock pressing against her folds. On that front he was a beast, his member the biggest she had ever seen, with a big foreskin wrapped around it that just made it feel even bigger. Its entire length was covered in a fine red coat of hair, which Biyomon simply loved the feel of. She actually wished he was a touch smaller, but in a world where the number of live male digimon could be counted on one hand, she couldn't be picky. "Here we go." Elecmon moaned as he pushed himself in slowly.

That had Biyomon grunting a bit in discomfort. Despite months of their being lovers, she still had yet to take his length with any ease... in fact it had been weeks before she could take it at all. For a long time they had restrained themselves to mutual masturbation and oral sex, but persistent efforts had gotten them to the point where they actually could fuck. "Uhhh... yeah..." She squinted her eyes shut as the monster of a cock slid in her, with the familiar sensation of the wet hairs pressing and rubbing against her tender flesh.

The red and blue mammal got a good half of his length inside of her and paused to let Biyomon get used to it. Her tightness still left his breathless every time, but after a moment he began humping. He moved back and forth much more gently then what his powerful hips where capable of. "Uh uh uh..." He panted, shifting so his penis got in at a better angle.

Making love with Elecmon was always a bittersweet experience for her, but she craved the warmth of his hold even as she moaned in mixed discomfort and pleasure. Small physical comforts like this one were the only treat she had left in this crazy world. "Elecmon..." She panted as the furry dick slammed in again and again, about three quarters of the way inside and pretty much all he could get inside of her before it became too painful.

He too panted as he kept pounding in and out, tail starting to spark with static electricity. "Uhhh... so tight..." He grunted and shooting some precum into the foreskin. He was getting close and not holding anything back: it was just a quickie after all; a small diversion from their work. "MMmmmm almost... almost there..." He warned in a grunt right as his cock began to give the tiniest of jolts. Biyomon was used to the feeling, just enough to make her feathers stand on end. On their first time, though, it had surprised the hell out of her, even if it had only been a blowjob. Nowadays, however, she came to expect and desire it.

She came first, burying her pinkish beak deep in her wings to keep from waking the babies and alerting the rest of the building to their fun as she shuddered in delight at the feeling, moments later, of Elecmon cum blasting in her cunt. He thoroughly coated her insides in his sticky jizz and added a few more jolts, then pulled out a moment latter, immediately grabbing one of the rags from the side to clean up with. He wanted to get done quickly before anyone came in... again. Not that people really minded--privacy had become almost alien for most of them--but it was always embarrassing to be caught in such a position. They where finishing their cleanup, with some snuggles and kisses slipping in, right as they heard someone walking up the stairs. They turned around to greet the newcomer.

A tall jester was at the stairs, his white and black face twisted in a broad smile. "And good day to you." Piedmon grinned ear to ear.

"Piedmon!" The pair looked up at the mega digimon.

Biyomon rushed forward. "Oh thank heavens you're okay!" She hugged around his knee-high boot. "I was so worried!"

"Ugh." Piedmon gently brushed her away with a gloved hand. "Such sickening displays of affection." He sighed before dropping a large burlap sack at her feet. "I have brought supplies."

Biyomon didn't stop smiling; she was used to Piedmon's dismissive attitude. "Oh Piedmon..." She opened the sack. Baby formula, bottled water, canned food, medical supplies, all now more valuable than any gold or jewels. "This will help so much, I was afraid when you were late..."

"Oh that." The clown huffed. "I ran into some strays." He gestured behind him. Gatomon, Gabumon and Gomamon looked around him... nervous, but more about being in Piedmon's presence than anything else.

"Um... Hi?" Gomamon waved first... but didn't expect a bolt of electricity to fly past him and make him jump back in fright. "Whoa!"

"They're zombies!" Elecmon's tail sparked, crouching down with a growl and moving between Biyomon and the newcomers. He was aiming at Gomamon.

"Only almost." Piedmon chuckled. "Had I gotten there a moment later, they would have become a screaming smorgasbord." He reached down and gave the seal's cheek a hard pinch, drawing a small yelp out of him. "They're alive as you or me."

"Really?" Biyomon took a hesitant step forward and, since the digimon was rubbing at the pinched cheek, pressed a wing to the other one. It was warm and clearly alive. "Holy... Gomamon!" She grabbed the seal and hugged him tightly. "You're alive!"

"Uhhh yeah?" Gomamon grunted, his vision suddenly obscured by pink feathers.

"You're all alive!" She proceeded to jump at Gatomon's, then Gabumon's neck. "Sora! Izzy!" Get in here!"

Sora came in first, brownish-reddish hair nearly past her waist and clothes ripped and torn. Izzy was next, actually more dishevelled as they remembered him. Given Elecmon's reaction, the Digimon weren't quite sure what to expect.

"Gabumon, Gatomon... Go- Gomamon? You guys are alive?" Sora picked up Gatomon. "You are!" She hugged the cat close, feeling her body heat.

"They are?" Izzy was poking Gomamon (who was starting to wonder what was up with that) in the cheek just like Biyomon had. "He is. Prodigious!" He smiled. "Is there a cure? Can we save..."

"Wait... wait..." Gatomon sighed. "Can we sit down somewhere? This is going to take a while to explain..."

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All right, alternate timeline world ahoy! As I warn you , like most zombie worlds, this will get violent and gory. These are like Marvel Zombies, if you've ever read the series. Intelligent, powers intact, perhaps some memory loss. More vampire-like, really. Still the same digimon... just with unquenchable hunger and a tendency to lose bits and pieces. I personally think these are more scary than the traditional lumbering zombies of the 70's. Anyway, any comments, votes are appreciated. And if you do want previews of upcoming chapters, contact me on AIM at mrredrover or on MSN at [email protected]