Firekeeper and Blind Seer (i_howl) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-11-14 08:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | blind seer, firekeeper, robin of locksley, zombies |
Unhappy and undead. (Narrative, open.)
The excursions outside of the park had stopped after the dead people had come.
They walked, but they were very clearly dead. Firekeeper saw it much better than Blind Seer, but he could smell it on them: the stench of a corpse left out to rot, coupled with a very curious undercurrent that he couldn't place. It worried him.
At first, the two had been content to wait things out. The dead-not-dead things showed no interest in Blind Seer, and Firekeeper could easily scramble up the nearest tree when they were scented nearby. So far, none of the others could climb. Blind Seer snapped his teeth and made a show of threatening them away--though he was not at all sure that he would like to bite into the dripping putrid flesh, not with a scent like that--and Firekeeper pelted them with rocks, and sooner or later they would wander away, presumably in search of easier targets.
Until the day that one managed to grab Firekeeper's leg and bite her ankle.
She had kicked out at him and broken his head like an overripe fruit, but the damage had been done. Blind Seer tried to lick at the bloody wound, but it smelled foul and she pushed him away. "Don't try, dear heart."
He curled around her, trying to keep her warm as she shivered, gray and sweating. "If Doc were here--"
"Then he might be one of them too. I'm not afraid. Why should you be?" But everything in her tone and posture gave lie to her boast. She had learned to lie too well in her time among humans.
She stopped breathing on the midafternoon of the second day since the bite, and he felt that his heart would break. But before he could howl his sorrow, her eyes opened again. But they were dulled, already glassy and clouding. "Firekeeper?" he asked, certain that he knew that he would receive no answer. She smelled dead already.
She stared at him for several long moments, and he hoped against hope that she would answer him. But there was no answer, and she lurched to her feet, moving heavily in the direction of the city.
He howled then, piercing and mournful, letting all in earshot know of his sorrow. And then he trotted after her. Perhaps he could herd her away from others. And in keeping them safe from her bite, keep Firekeeper safe from them.