A Zombie Skeleton (Sans/Jane the Killer)

Chapter 23 - Strategy

Not very much happened after they were brought to the new location. The moment they stepped foot inside, two bags were immediately placed over their heads, blocking their views and their teeth. Sans couldn't tell what they were doing, and none of the soldiers were talking, so the best way he could get any grips on his environment was by giving up. Really. After he realized most of his senses were cut off, Sans just flopped onto the floor, not moving until one of them were forced to drag him. A mild inconvenience for them, but one that worked to Sans' advantage.

Being dragged about helped him feel the basic floor and turns better. If he was walking, he wouldn't be able to tell the turns, but now he could feel each sharp drag of his body, along with how the floors felt and each change of the floor, so he knew how many rooms they passed.

Right, right, left, straight, straight, left, straight, right.

To be honest, he wasn't really sure how he came to that solution, or how quick he was able to memorize their route. He just... did.

Now inside of their room, Jeff and Sans had their bags ripped off, finally letting them observe their environment. There wasn't much to look at. Old, iron walls practically hugged them from how small the room was, and one simple iron door created the escape to their prison. Dust hung in the air, heavy with it's scent.

Sans coughed, reeling back as he covered his mouth. There was dust in the air. Gross, disgusting, causing him and his brother to draw back.

"All of the sentries, they're... they're gone!" Papyrus choked out, staring in horror at the environment. Not a single soul was in sight, only the dust piles scattered around gave any sense of presence in the snow filled field.

"We can't- Paps, don't," Sans said, "I know what you're thinking. Don't give them mercy. Please."

"(Great, we're trapped now,)" Jeff groaned.

Sans snapped out of the memory, looking back at his zombie friend. Right. He couldn't keep getting lost in his thoughts like that when he was in a predicament now.

Jeff leaned over and sneezed, no doubt the thick layer of dust having affected him as well. Distant gunshots could be heard as Sans glanced around. They were only getting out by the door, it seemed.

Another sneeze. Jeff straightened, tilting his head to allow his black hair to trail over his shoulder. "(How long do you think that we'll be here before Jane bursts down the door?)"

"(I...)" Sans trusted his girlfriend dearly, he really did, but there was a difference between a horde of zombies and an entire force of armed and protected people with large guns. "(It might help her if we try to get out ourselves. Or get a gun."

Jeff held up his hands, ropes tightly wrapped around them. "(How?)"

"(I don't know! Let me think.)"

Okay, so he knew some basic knowledge. He knew they were in a facility, with several large fences around it. Much more secure than the monster base. No one was getting in unless they were specifically invited inside. The guards were all armed, so fighting them with a knife wasn't going to work. Sure, Jane was strong and fast, but so were guns. And it wasn't like she could teleport.

"(Wait,)" Sans said, "(Don't all monsters have magic?)"

"(I thought you were made out of magic, or something,)" Jeff said.

"(Maybe. I just- How do I use my magic?)"

That peaked Jeff's interest. He grumbled some grunts, chewing on his lips as he thought. "(Oh darn, can zombies even use magic?)"