“It was never meant to be anything more than what it was, and innocent smile accompanied by a wave,” he says as he turns to her pale form propped up in the chair. He reaches over with shaking fingers and gently brushes her hair from her face, then quickly empties the remaining whisky down his gullet, and lets out a desperate gasp as it burns his throat.

“S-So why bring her back here then? W-Why not leave her out there, in the big wide world, way, way away from our home!”

“B-Because I couldn’t, not her, and not out there.”

“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE FUCKING IS, SO WHY SHOULD IT MATTER WHERE YOU LEAVE HER! BRINGING HER HERE ENDANGERS EVERYONE! YOU JUST DON’T SHIT IN YOUR OWN BED CLIVE! YOU JUST DON’T!”

“I don’t see how this is shitting in my bed!” he says as he thrusts himself to his feet.

“If she wakes up, she’ll bring more complications, and you know that.”

“You don’t know what your FUCKING talking about Harry, she’s not going to wake FUCKING up! She’s dead!”

“Is she!” Harry bellows as he grabs her arm and pulls her sleeve up, revealing multiple bite wounds that trail up along her forearm. “SEE WHAT YOU’VE BROUGHT INTO OUR HOME! SEE THE DANGERS YOU’VE BEFALLEN UPON US!”

“I-I-I, I didn’t n-notice, I-I-I…”

“Just stop FUCKING talking and get me something to tie her down with, before she rises up and kills us both!”

“I-I-I,” Clive stammers, only for Harry to slap him across the face with a thrusting open hand.

“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER FOR FUCK’S SAKE AND GET ME SOMETHING TO TIE HER D…” But his words become caught in his throat as the woman lets out a groan and slowly lifts her head.

“D-D-Don’t move a muscle,” Harry hisses through clenched teeth as he casts a wayward glance at Clive and then back to the girl as she slowly grunts once more before opening her eyes.

“W-W-Where am I?” She mumbles as she grips her head tightly and lets out another deep seeded groan.

“Y-Y-Your safe, I-I, I pulled you off the s-streets before they could get to you,” Clive says quickly as he rushes to her side, only for Harry to grab him tightly by the arm and force him back.

“No,” he hisses all too late as the girl leaps to her feet, teeth barred.

“YOU FOOL! THEY WEREN’T ATTACKING ME! THEY WERE SAVING ME, AS I WAS THEM!”

“W-What?” Clive stammers through shaking lips.

“She’s a FUCKING feeder!” Harry grunts as he casts Clive a disproving glance.

“B-BULLSHIT, they’re u-urban myths.”

“URBAN MYTH THIS, BITCH!” she spits as she lifts her top to proudly show off forty or more bites across her torso.

“W-We don’t want any t-trouble, o-okay! Clive here was only trying to…” before he can finish his words the power spits and splutters and then everything goes dark.

“W-What the FUCK is going on?” Clive cries loudly.

“My friends are coming to get you, Barbara!” the woman cries gleefully with a glorified cackle at its end.

“W-What does t-that even m-mean?” Harry demands quickly as he grabs the woman tightly by the arms and shakes her violently. This causes the woman’s laughter to intensify while the sounds of glass and wood, being smashed and broken come from the rooms around them.

“It’s a symbiotic relationship we share, me and those who have gone ahead, one that feeds all base levels of EXISTENCE! You see, I feed them, and they let me live my best life. B-But you, you have interfered with their food supply, and they are not happy.”

“W-WHAT THE FUCK! THEY DON’T WORK LIKE THAT! THEY’RE FUCKING ZOMBIES!”

She laughs loudly once more, “You really don’t understand anything do you?” she cackles as the doors to the room are smashed in, and the horde pile inwards.

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