The Slime (pt1)

The slime slid down from the roof and landed in a pile in front of their doorstep. They might have stood there horrified, if they had had enough sense. As it was, they were too confused about what the mass could be to be horrified yet. They wondered if there was something on the house that could leave behind that sort of residue.

They stepped outside, in their slippers, because they hadn’t been bothered to put on actual shoes. Not at this time of evening, when they were winding down from the day. They walked over to whatever it was and looked at it. It could have been a glob of anything, as far as they were concerned. There was no colour.

Making a face, they decided wisely not to touch it. They would grab the hose and spray it away. It was like a drop of gelatin or something and whatever it was they just wanted to clean it up. They went back inside in order to get on some proper shoes.

Coming out to hook up the hose, they found instead that they couldn’t do anything with it because it was completely gone at that point. The slime had disappeared. They stared, wondering where it could have gone, decided that it had slipped down to the sewer drain somehow and that it was no longer their problem. They went back inside.

Spears (pt6)

“Is that why you stopped by earlier than normal?” Reem’s question sounded more like a comment.

“Were you surprised?” Lulu waggled her eyebrows at Azzah.

Azzah rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop herself from grinning. “It’s still too close. You should stop by long before you’re supposed to take over our post. Then we might truly have to keep an eye out.”

“We’re doing that the entire time. It won’t make too much of a difference.” Reem rested an arm on Azzah’s shoulder, leaning into her. “Don’t lose any sleep trying to surprise us. We are unsurprisable.”

“You can say that all you want, but we’ll beat you. One day.”

Azzah shook her head. No offense to Daudi’s words, or Lulu’s effort, but she doubted it. They were too far behind. No one could beat both Azzah and Reem. “Keep trying. We appreciate the attempt.”

“The practice,” Reem corrected. “You both have a good night. We’ll see you on the morrow.”

Lullaby

Tingling sensation on top your brain
A sensation not known for its fame
How often are you asked to be brave?
The conscious effort to make a trade
With claws attempting to lose and gain
The lines here are all written the same
One day it won’t be so hard to save
Yourself from feelings that you might fade

Zombie Apocalypse (pt24)

“Well, you’re probably better equipped to handling this. Good luck, Heherson.”

“Where are you going?” Irish asked as Tim went for the door.

“Uh, home. I’m tired.”

“You aren’t going to leave him to do this himself!”

“Worried about me, yeah?” Heherson asked hopefully.

Irish ignored him, fixing Tim with a glare. “You won’t leave him to do this on his own. Not with the limited time left.”

“Well, what can I do? I don’t have a lead now that my only one has proven to be wrong. A necromancer could be anywhere when not on the registry. How do you track one down?”

Heherson laughed. “Well, you-”

“And if he knows, then he certainly doesn’t need me-”

Irish interrupted him. “Neither of you are going home until this is settled.”

“Heherson’s already home.”

“All three of us will work together?” Heherson looked thrilled. “Ah, man, this will be fun!”

Irish blinked. “I didn’t say I was going to-”

“No one’s going home until this is settled, right?” Tim reiterated.

Irish scowled. “I have a case to- oh, who am I kidding. I won’t have a meeting if this goes through. All right, where do we start?”

Tim should have known she would agree like that and that it would leave him even less off the hook. Swallowing, he looked between the exes – Irish intensely focused and Heherson intensely focused on Irish.

It could have been worse. It could have been the zombie apocalypse.

Wait.

Spears (pt5)

After a few hits, she and Reem swapped places. She parried one of Daudi’s blows, moving Reem with her back in order for the both of them to knock the two assailants into each other. Reem pushed back into Azzah’s arm with force, force Azzah used to knock the butt end of her spear into Daudi’s stomach. He hit the ground on his back. Lulu knew when to back off from Reem’s lunge, placing the end of her spear down into the dirt. “Got us again! Daudi?”

He wheezed out a breath, but pushed himself upright. “Got us again,” he agreed. Azzah held out her hand and helped him to his feet. “One day we’ll get you.”

Azzah snorted. “I doubt that. You both have a long way to go.”

Reem laughed. “But better. Nice attempt. I think you were close to striking Azzah once, if I hadn’t been there.”

Lulu smirked, shaking her head as her dark hair rattled against her face. Much like Azzah and Reem, Lulu and Daudi shared many characteristics as spear-siblings. The most obvious was their hair, dreaded with beads. Daudi’s beads were smaller, he must have decided to follow Lulu’s lead. Azzah found it typical. “We must continue to work on our cooperation, Daudi. That is our fatal flaw, I believe. We have yet to figure out how to work together in a way that could possibly make a dent on them.”

Zombie Apocalypse (pt23)

Irish rested the bat on her shoulder. “That’s not true. It could be. What if someone came from another town or something?”

“That still would have taken enough prep time that the registry would show another one being here. I didn’t get a notice about another necromancer in town. Did you?”

“Nah.” Heherson shook his head. “What I’m saying is that not everyone gets caught on by the registry, right?”

This left Tim with the realization he had nothing. Tonight would end and the apocalypse would come closer. Probably time to tell the police, if he wanted to be locked up for no reason. And it would happen anyway. Too late, and all because his father hadn’t picked up. Tim felt a headache coming on and it wasn’t all because of the night air coming in through the open door.

“I have so much work to do.”

“You have work to do!” Irish looked at him, appalled. “My meeting! There is no salvaging this!”

“I’ll figure it out, Irish, don’t you worry!”

Tim rubbed the back of his head. “Heherson… I hate to break it to you, but… you want to do what now?”

Heherson grinned. “I’ve done my research. Scoping out a necromancer that’s hiding shouldn’t be too hard. So don’t you worry, Irish. I’ll make sure nothing gets in the way of your meeting.”

Irish didn’t look all that comforted, but Tim felt the weight fall off of himself again.