'I'm bored.' Ebola complains letting one slender arm fall over the edge of her coffin lid. Anthrax grins watching her digits as they twitch.
'What ya telling me for?' Early on it was established by Anthrax in so uncertain terms that she wasn't entertainment. Ebola exhales the breath leaving her body in a long drawn out petulant sounding huff.
'You're always complaining, do you know that?' Ebola pauses trying to think up something witty as a response but her mind is blank she's so bored she's lost the ability to think, she closes her mouth and her features twisting into a frown. Anthrax is wrong she's not always complaining…is she? She does complain that is true, but its only because things are wrong, people do things wrong, now they're all sloppy, no one bothers and that bothers and offends her deeply. She's depressed, she's been depressed for a long time nothing seems to lift it not even Anthrax, she feels sick and tired and restless and dead all the way down inside. Ebola wants to crawl out of her skin and start all over again. People aren't meant to live so long, that's the problem nothing means anything when you have forever, its all just tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Ebola doesn't even know what day it is, not that it matters not that anything…
'I'm sick of this!' She cries out, her voice is shrill and squeaky.
Anthrax rolls her eyes; she's standing in the corner of their bedroom gazing out of the open window watching a couple kissing under the over hanging branches of one of the trees in the garden bellow.
'Those people are in the garden, again.' She muses; Ebola bolts up suddenly leaping out of her coffin she rushes across the room, she's all spindly arms and legs. She leans against Anthrax peering out into the darkness.
'How dare they! This is private property!' Ebola shrieks, Anthrax snorts shifting her back against the window sill folding her arms across her chest.
'What do you mean, again?' Ebola confronts her confusion stamp across her features.
'Again.' Anthrax replies simply. '…as in they've done it before.'
'When?' Ebola's eyes narrow darkly.
'I don't know a while back, they were out there kissing then too, she comes 'ere sometimes on her own she just stands there.' There's a wistful quality in the tone of Anthrax's voice Ebola doesn't register it at first.
'Why?' It's a real question Ebola doesn't understand she's never been in love, she doesn't understand Anthrax sighs.
'Cus he's gonna go off again ain't he, off to war like the rest of 'em. Bloody waste, all that blood all them nice warm bodies, they should be 'ere home and safe where we can have a good old nosh on 'em.'
Ebola studies the pair for a moments she sees the uniform now she didn't notice it before, she feels deficient.
'You think he'll die?' Anthrax's shrugs.
'Probably, they all do don't they in the end.'
'In the end.' Ebola echoes weakly, she closes the window and turns away.
Silence falls between them there's nothing left to say.
'You still bored?' Anthrax enquires slyly elbowing Ebola's side.