We walk back into the house I had to break out of.
We start to look around.
"So what exactly are we looking for?" X asks me.
"How am I supposed to know, I'm brain dead!" I say and laugh a little too hard at my own joke.
We wander around some more, starting in the basement. The place looks exactly how I left it.
"Gee, how many days has it been since we met, X?" I ask him as he walks up to the chains in the walls.
"Are these the chains you broke away from?" He asks.
"Yep." There's nothing on the floor. Nothing in the basement.
"Whoa." He's completely amazed, like he found my underwear or something.
"Kay, let's go." I say and walk up the stairs.
"Wait, why!?" He calls running after me.
"Because there's nothing in there. Let's check the bedrooms."
"Okay." He says, defeated.
Check the kitchen.
Nothing.
Check the down stairs bedroom.
Nothing.
Check the down stairs bathroom.
Ding, ding, ding.
"Hey, what's this?" X asks holding a book of matches.
"Well, it looks a book of matches, X. Duh." I say. "Let me see it." He hands me the book.
The Abstract Tree.
"Well, looks like we're going here." I say waving the book.
"Yes! Let me grab the keys to my mom's van." That makes me laugh, and is rather embarrassing, but it beats the hell out of walking. I think I've started to smell, which bothers me so before we leave I go into X's parents' room. I steal some foundation and blush and perfume from his mom's vanity. It looks bad, but at a glance X says I look like a human.
"You ready to go dear?" He asks walking in, wearing formal clothes.
"What's with the getup?" I ask looking at him through the mirror.
"What, you don't like these clothes?" He asks looking at himself and fixing his hair.
"No, it's fine. It just looks like they're your church clothes, and that you haven't worn them in a while." X lowers his head and walks out of the room. Hit the nail on the head with that one.
He comes back in a few minutes later wearing a Dir En Grey shirt and and really tight pants. There a re tight pants, and then pants like this. They make his package just shoot out like, BAM!
"Take those pants off!" I yell half laughing. He walks out of the room again, defeated.
Twenty minutes later we're at The Abstract Tree, I have way too much makeup on and X is wearing acceptable clothes. We walk up to the door and I peek inside, just barely opening the door.
"What are you doing, Jess? Just open it." X says barging in, ruining my plan to sneak in. I curse him under my breath and follow him. The people in this bar look like a bunch of assholes. Older people, all the men are probably cheating on their wives with the younger looking women, and their wives are cheating on them with their kids friends. And they call people like me filth.
"So what exactly is the plan?" X asks me.
"I dunno." I say. I walk up to the bar and get the attention of one of the bar tenders.
"Are you old enough to be here?" He asks.
"That's not important. What is, is has a woman come by here. She has I dunno, short hair, she's kinda tall, and she's white."
"Jessica, you should work for the police, that was a great description." X says behind me, I don't think he knows I can hear him.
"Did she work for the school?" The bartender asks.
"Yeah!!" I say, X is thoroughly amazed.
"Yeah, she came by here a little while ago, actually."
"Really? Do you know where I can find her, I really need to talk to her. You see, she's my nurse and--"
"Sure, she's actually downstairs right now, come on let me show you." I am overjoyed right now, I'm going to get that bitch back for what she did. I follow the bartender, he leads us to a set of double doors and opens one of them.
"Right down there." He says and lets me in, but stops X. "Are you old enough to be here?" Then the door slams shut and I feel someone tackle me. The two of us lose our balance and fall down a set of stairs. When we finally finish tumbling down them we slam hard onto the bare concrete floor. I can hardly feel the coldness.
It's pitch black down here, and the...whatever it is, whoever it is, is still wrapped around.
"Get off!" I scream. Then the lights flash on. I'm in a cellar, no more like a meat locker. There're are corpses hung all over the walls, and pieces of them are missing. Not like something ate them, but like something was carved out of them. Beneath the hanging bodies are different animals locked away in cages: Dogs, Cats, Pigs, Rats, and so on. I feel sorry for the animals.
"Zombies." A voice says, I try to look around and locate the voice, I can't. "A plague on this earth. The bodies of the dead risen from the grave to feed on human flesh, disgusting."
"We don't NEED to eat humans!" I scream.
"Ha, so you admit it. You are a zombie!" The voice cackles.
"I never denied it!" I scream back. "Now let me go!"
"But how can we? We need you, Jessica." The voice says.
"What, why?"
"You have something we need. You have life...after death."
"What are you talking about? Why does that mean you need me?" I ask, struggling to break free.
"Imagine the good that could come from discovering the secret to reanimation? Dying people need not fear any longer, we would have a cure to death." The voice says.
"You're crazy, just let me go!"
"Afraid I can't do that. When Sam had told us about you, we were thrilled to hear it. An actual none-threatening zombie. We never thought a thing could occur. We just assumed all zombies reverted back to their most primal instincts, but you are a clear example that a zombie could have a form of cognition on par with a living human being."
"I don't know what you're talking about, just let me go!" By this time I'm crying and the makeup is smearing off.
"It appears as though you have no time for an explanation, so in turn we'll have no time for you. Bring in The Bastard." The voice says and snaps his finger. I hear a door open and the arms wrapped around me release. I'm sore and don't react very quick, this costs me my breath.
BAM! Just like that the wind is knocked out of me, and I can see The Bastard winding up for another kick. I glance around the cellar for a weapon, nothing. Then he yanks me up by the shoulders and throws me against the wall. I can still feel the sting and blinding pain of hitting your head against solid concrete. I slam down onto one of the wire cages and break it open. About half of the cage is sticking inside of my torso, I think I felt it crack a few ribs and maybe puncture a lung. The huge bouncer looking guy, The Bastard, tears me out of the cage sending my congealed blood splatting along the floor. He tosses me onto the floor, where I nearly dislocate my shoulder.
I need to find something, anything to help me. And there it is, like a sign from God. The cage I was in is now open, and the animal that was inside is now running around the cellar.
It's time for some pork.
-Sir Jestro
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