In search of peace (Zombie_ Galore)

[Shards~Of~Roses]

Rosale gave a sigh as she looked down on the town she had once ran away from. Thankful to all the gods that the disease that had infected the town even her parents had barely done anything to her. Only a few weeks in bed as if it was only a flu was something she was thankful for each and everyday. As she looked down on the town she knew that she might not make it out but she had to get her parents things. She just couldn't move on with her life without it.

It was her father and mother's wedding rings that she had to go get. She kenw they were still there these people just didn't understand just how important it was to her though as she moved down the hill through the woods to get into the town. It was night and with the full moon high she hoped to sneak through the town to get just what she wanted. Only she didn't know how impossible that would become.

 

[☢☢Zombies Galore☢☢]

They had found her a few blocks from the edge of the ruined town. Just the outer zone of Crazy Town. Wiry Pete and Thick Willy were patrolling with thick staves as walking sticks. Wiry Pete was tall--with wide open, unblinking eyes like a viper and a wispy mustache--and Thick Willy was squat--with thick jowls and a disjointed smile. The two were good friends. Once they noticed Rosale, when they were not twenty feet away, Thick Willy started jumping up and down, jiggling joyfully and saying, "Oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Wiry Pete turned on Thick Willy and patted the fellow, "Yes, yes, yes; a visitor." To which Thick Willy murmured, "Guest, guest, guest," over and over again as though he had just gotten the bright whistle he wanted on Christmas morning. The two scurried over to her, "What are you doing here?" Wiry Pete asked, unblinking eyes honing in on the short woman. "Who are you looking for?"

They were surrounded by crumbling buildings decorated with burned beams and broken glass. Beyond that was the thick, tall concrete wall that had been erected to separate them from the rest of the world.

 

[Shards~Of~Roses]

Rosale looked up as she heard someone jumping up and down. She was a little shocked she had barely gotten into the town and already they had spotted her. They had never been so quick and organized before what had changed?' she thought as she looked around just trying to figure out what to do. She knew it was pointless to try and fight against them the disease had given them more strength than a normal human just took away some basic functions when coming to communicating with others that and some of the things they did made no sense at all but that could be said of normal humans as well.

As they ran over to her she looked up to them trying to give a soft smile not to seem scared even if she was. "I'm . . . just here to get my parents things thats all I'm not here to do anything to anyone" she said to the two as she really wasn't that sure what she should say to them. They might become upset if she was to do anything they didn't like.

 

[☢☢Zombies Galore☢☢]

"Ah, ah, ah," Thick Willy shook back and forth, blinking rapidly as he sucked in his corpulent cheeks. The portly bald man nodded back and forth, "For the King?"

"For the King," Wiry Pete agreed. He gently grasped one of Rosale's elbows as Thick Willy did the same and guided her towards the center of town. As they got further on things changed. They were decorated with a medley of colors. While neither of the two wardens were cruel in their group there was an unspoken understanding the redhead would not be freeing herself of her grasp or running away.

Upon closer inspection their thick, carved walking sticks had black stains across them in streams and runnels. A few hairs sticking out of them as well. The flakiness screamed clotted blood.

Suddenly they rounded a corner and were in an open square. Harlequin jesters were performing in front of a man sitting on a thrown, one of his legs thrown across a leg. Thick Willy and Wiry Pete shouted in unison, firmly pushing Rosale forward into a suddenly vacant space surrounded by people in all manner of ebullient dress. Frills, slashes, pumps, poofs, skirts, suits; all manner of things from the Victorian to the downright odd. Someone clad in pieces of tire. "For the King in Yellow! We have someone for the King in Yellow!" They shouted.

The King leaned forward, his toxic green eyes seemingly bored. Somewhere else. Then they snapped into fixated interest. He wore a yellow suit with red pinstripes and red slacks--his overstuffed throne was canary yellow as well. It was all very loud. "What is it?" He beckoned the young woman forward into the center of the circle with all the court watching. "You do not look familiar."

 

[Shards~Of~Roses]

Rosale gave a sigh as she moved with the two. Hearing that there was a king she wasn't sure what to think only as she looked up seeing the crowd and then the throne she was shocked he seemed almost normal as she looked to him. Seeing the gesture to move forward she did. "I came to get some things I left behind" she stated as it was true. She had once been apart of them but left as she was too small to be alone and her relatives took her in so she had been lucky, her parents not so much. "I'm only coming through I assure you I won't be here long if you allow it" she stated trying to keep herself calm and think everything through.