Deceit commanded her strongest of children to the front and no longer was the battle war of attrition, but now it was simply a waiting game until those in the city realized that the dome had fallen. They did, but the only people on their way were simply concerned family members, led by the Mayor of New Springfield.

Mayor Anderson had called for more foot soldiers from the National Guard, but she had no idea when they would come, and would rather take matters into her own hands with her posse of concerned citizens and the local police force.

The campus was so large they would not make it to the training center for an entire hour, and Deceit counted on their very late arrival to make as much damage as possible in the shortest amount of time.

Commanding her stronger children took more energy out of her, and she had become tired and wobbly after almost three straight days of pushing her host’s ability to its limits and trying to keep her body vertical but it was no use.

“Food,” she mumbled. “Need food.”

A quiet voice could be heard as if someone was whispering in her ear, and she again was confused. This voice could be heard above the fighting and screaming, and she looked around rapidly, stumbling, wondering where it was coming from.

It’s in my head, Deceit realized. Someone got in my fucking head.

At that moment Deceit decided that she needed a new host entirely. Even for an undead body, Deceit looked quite pale, and she was sweating.

She looked up in the sky and saw a naked man, growing and growing, and wanted to just end it all. Johnny was again the great J-OH, in all his nude and hairy glory.

“This fucking nudist just won’t die,” Deceit screamed.

The amazing J-OH was back again!

Tetsuya whispered in his ear where to aim, and J-OH was smushing monsters underneath his feet, stomping them into a fine slather. The ground shook, and their blood splashed against the sides of the storefronts and roared down the streets, up to the soldiers' ankles, sweeping away stray bodies and limbs.

Amity pushed through the River Styx flowing down the street, riding her skinbeast. Its legs weren’t legs, but arms of various shades, from different victims. Various skulls were welded together to create the head, spines stitched together for a tail, and skin stretched over the blind eyeless beasts' bodies, as a final touch, of course.

Amity rode up to her mother, an arm in her hand, grinning, ready again to please her in any way she could. She jumped off her skinbeast and offered it to her, the meat still fresh and blood spurting all over her hands.

“You need food,” she said with a grin.

“You’ve always been there for me. I’ve been chasing that stupid ginger, and I was such a fool.”

Amity blushed at the sudden change of heart and bent down on her knees.

“It’s all going to be okay,” she said to her mother. “I’ll be with you until the very end.”

Amity came too late, and Deceit lost consciousness, right then and there.

“Oh no."

Amity and the other generals watched as the corpses around them fell to the ground, one by one, and they were the only ones left standing.

“We’re fucked,” Trick mumbled. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” said Twist. “Let’s make a run for it.”

All of Deceit’s children ran off to find her, and the home team took advantage of the change in tide.

Amity fell to the ground, pretending to be dead as well, but was trying to wake her up. She gently shook Deceit’s body, and after a while, she stirred awake. Her purple eyes stared right at her, and Amity cried tears of joy, black tar seeping down her eyes.

“I was so worried!"

The bodies then rose again, and Deceit’s generals cheered. They returned to their mayhem and destruction, and Amity helped Deceit to stand.

“Who are you,” she asked. “What’s on your face?”

“Oh no. Did you hurt your head, mother?"

“I’m not mother,” she said, pushing Amity away. “I’m Ibis!”

Amity screamed in pain and agony, as the only person she ever loved had been replaced. Ibis looked around at the chaos surrounding her and was completely terrified. Everything was completely different, and foreign, from the clothes on her body to even the polluted air, leaving the taste of dirt in her undead mouth.

“Where is my husband,” Ibis screamed. “My baby?”

Amity thought that by husband she meant Ace, and had some hope that Deceit was still alive. Deceit was still alive, stored away in the subconscious parts of Ibis’ mind, controlling her little monsters, biding her time when she again would be strong enough to take full control.

“I’ll take you to your husband,” Amity smiled. “It’s Acheus, yes?” Ibis nodded rapidly, her face desperate and hopeful.

Amity held Ibis’ hand and Ibis gripped on hard, terrified by the strange land she had awoken in. The rain was pouring down, and what was left of the sidewalks was almost impossible to walk through.

Limbs and organs flowed down the streets, and down into the gutters. Amity carefully went around the fighting and took Ibis through the small patch of trees surrounding the southern complex.

Ibis breathed a sigh of relief, as the only thing in that moment that wasn’t foreign to her were trees, dirt, and grass. She sneezed and whimpered, afraid of what else would pop out of the trees, and Amity consoled her as they walked around and tried to get into the closest dormitory to find Ace.