Meanwhile, outside...

Nobody Else continues fighting against the undead, but he's body isn't tired. It's unable to get tired.
But only his body, because his mind is as tired as it has been since he was "born" a few days (or perhaps hours, he can't really tell) ago.
It's because of this that he misses the undead soldier coming from his right. When he's close, Nobody notices him, but it's too late. He sees the sword he's holding (probably stolen from some fallen hero), and understands that his intention is to cut his head.
He doesn't know what would happen if his cotton-filled head was cutted, but he's not eager to find out.
Suddenly, a small shadow comes from nowhere and sends the soldier 20 feet away.
Nobody, amazed, asks the short hero his name. He answers:
"Name's Doggy Dude, man, from the Team Dawg. You?"
"I'm Nobody Else"
"Whoa, that's a cool name, man."
Nobody, noticing the canine hero's young face, asks:
"Uh... how old are you?"
"What's age got to do with it, dude?"
"Well, I'm a few days old..."
"Oh. Then it's kewl, man. I thought you were older and you would, like, make fun of me and stuff... I'm 15"
"Uh... 'Cool'... We better get back to fight... things seem pretty harsh..."
"Yeah, I know what you mean, man... I came here with KewlSK8rMastrDude2000, but now I can't find him..." says Doggy Dude "I guess he chickened out..."
As they run to where the action is, Nobody asks:
"What is this 'Team Dawg' you mentioned?"
"Well, it's like, y'kno-- GHACK..."
Nobody looks at Doggy and sees a sword in his throat. Still shocked, he looks to the front and sees the soldier that attacked him earlier coming to him, really slowly.
That would have been the most horrifying thing he had ever seen, if he hadn't looked at Doggy again, hoping to see him with nothing but a small scratch in his neck, but instead he watched as his head separated from his body and falled to the ground.

The soldier was still walking to him.

Nobody ran to the soldier, jumped over him, causing both of them to fall to the ground, and started hitting him in the face.
He continued hitting him everytime harder, feeling anger for the first time in short life.
And he kept hitting him, until his mandible started breaking.
Then he stopped for a second. He looked at the soldier's demacrated face. Then he lowered his head, and small pieces of cotton started comming out from his eyes.
He was crying.

[ 09-08-2001: Message edited by: I'm Not Mister Mxypltk ]