------------------ We escaped. By a mere inch. That's when the boy had shot the Morie. Bianca had started singing and playing on her guitar. I know it's late, I know you're weary, I know your plans, Don't include me.. The beautiful sound of the guitar reminded me of the old days.. Now here we are, Both of us.. Lonely. Lonely for short terms, I.. I remember this song.. I think I should join in. So I did. We've got tonight, Who needs tomorrow? My voice, high like a sweet bell. They stared at me. What? ----------- Short update
Sorry about that. Posted the wrong update. Read this and then go back up there -------------------- "I think we lost them." I nodded and sharpened my blade. The zombie girl, Angela, was staring at me with absolute terror. "K-knife... Sharp.... Teeth..." I looked away. She was starting to freak me out. I get the 'knife' and 'sharp' remark, but 'teeth'? I shook my head in confusion. "Ugh.. Uh.." Julie groaned. Er, I mean Bianca. I ran to her. Her body was dripping with blood. Maybe that Angela girl can help. I don't think she knows her name. I'll just call her A.. "Hey A!" I yelled. She looked up. For a zombie, she looked kinda hot. "Y-yes?" "Do you think you could help J-.. I mean, Bianca here?" Angela looked at Bianca. She nodded her head. She rushed towards Bianca and did some type of things, I have no idea what she did, but a few hours later Julie was perfectly normal. Thank god.
We stared at her. She could sing? She looked away, clearly embarrassed. I stopped staring at her. I felt really awkward. Bianca had that twinkle in her eyes. I guess before Angela had died she would sing. Face palm. I felt so stupid. I don't know why, I just do. That Angela girl really a interests me. I'll just talk to her later. I heard that corpses don't sleep. My heart was going too fast for my own good. I heard a sound. "ALIVE...! E-EAT.." I turned to run, but two arms flanked me back. I turned around and stared at Angela, who was violently shaking her head. Then she took something (brains?) and wiped it across me and Bianca's face. "S...safe..." She murmured. I sniffed at the brains. This is what they eat? Ew.
Some new characters added now ------------ Rosette is your typical princess. Yes, I said princess . She was a black-hair beauty, they call her. She has shoulder-length black hair, blue eyes that wave around like the ocean. She was a sweet-talker. I envied her. Maybe I shouldn't have said 'typical' I was the typical one, with auburn hair, and green eyes. It was a rare match, they told me. And before you go off into a rant, I was born naturally with this. My hair, waist length, always tries to strangle me so I tie it up into a ponytail. My name is Giselle. "Such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." My mom always told me that before I went to bed. But with my green and red features all over my body, makes me look like a walking Christmas tree. Tonight, I had to get real dressed up because it was the Royal Ball tonight. My butler is going to take me to go get a dress. And do up my hair, so on. Several hours later, I emerged from my room. I marched downstairs and got into the car. The car trip was silent, with me staring out the window, with everything just zipping by. We went into a fancy dress shop, and my butler talked with a woman at the front counter. She nodded her head, and then ushered me into the dressing room. She told me to take off my clothes, so I did. While I was pulling my top off, she knocked on the door and handed me a black gown, with white trim on the outskirts. I tried it on, and it looked HORRIBLE on me. The dress was squeezing me, making me look like a squash. I stripped the dress off and hung it over the door of the dressing room. All too soon she handed me another dress. This time it was emerald, with silky fabric and ruffles. I ran my hand over the silk, and pulled it up over my head. The dress dropped down to my ankles and as I looked in the mirror, I gasped. I looked beautiful. I actually looked beautiful. But I couldn't take it. It'll make me look even MORE like a Christmas tree. I sighed. "Everything all right in there, miss?" My butler called. He went and stood right next to the dressing room. "Yeah," I called back while examining myself in the mirror. "It's just that, this dress is beautiful and my hair is red, I feel like a Christmas tree." "Don't worry miss," he replied. "I have everything all sorted out. Get the dress milady." I sighed again, but I couldn't argue with my butler. I reluctantly pulled off my dress and put my normal clothes on. I unlocked the room and saw my butler, standing there and smiling at me. I smiled back and pointed at the dress. He nodded and pulled me up to the front counter. As he payed, I was thinking, What did he mean about having everything sorted out? My mind was wondering, and I didn't notice that my butler had already payed. I shook off my thoughts and headed out to the car. Once again, the car ride was silent and I watched the town zip by. At last, we stopped in front of a hair salon. My butler opened the door for me and I stepped out. Feet first, then body. I knew it was kind of weird, but YOLO, right? I am such an embarrassment. I walked into the salon and right away I was seated. They got out the tools and everything. They blindfolded me the other way so I wouldn't know what they were doing. Why would they blindfold me? But then I felt a gooey chemical being painted on my hair. They rushed me to the drying area, where they put head in a heated tank for 5 minutes. They pulled me to the washing station, and I felt my hair being pulled back. Ouch. Lastly, they curled my hair, and took off my blindfold. I gasped at my reflection. I was officially a blonde. ------------- How did you like this one?