"Master!" Thrasher screamed, the pair had started their own detective agency 'The zombie hunters' a lot of people how came to then got the wrong idea, they came to them to get rid of zombies -not zombie detectives. They were often disappointed in the fact Thrasher and Scapegrace weren't going to get rid of the zombies, but they did own a warehouse given to them by China Sorrows where they took their kin. Apparently the warehouse had been previously owned by Doctor Nye before he was hired by the Sanctuary, then thrown in prison for treason. But now it was used as a zombie home. Alot like a retirement home - but for zombies.
"Master" Thrasher screamed again, one of their potential clients was being attacked by a rouge zombie that had escaped the warehouse and was now in the front office next to Scapegrace's office. And Thrasher was trying to open the jaw of the escapee zombie that was latched around the clients shoulder.
"What Thrasher?" He called from his office, he was wondering whether he should change The name of his business, everyone was confused by the name.
"We have a situation out here" the attacked victim started making gurgling sounds.
"What sort of situation?"Scapegrace asked walking through his office door and then stopped "oh sugar cookies" he mumbled" he ran forward to help Thrasher with the task.
"How could you let this happen you idiot" Scapegrace hissed at Thrasher through gritted teeth. He finally got the chance to see if his status worked he moved back from the escapee, client and Thrasher. Cleared his throat and bellowed
"STOP THIS I AM YOUR ZOMBIE KING" surprisingly it worked both Thrasher and the escapee let go of the client and took a step back. The client fell to the floor bleeding profoundly from hos should wound, It would be need to be wrapped Scapegrace thought to himself.
"right now you" he pointed to the escapee "Back to the warehouse and you wrap the wound" he pointed at Thrasher. Then zombies being zombies didn't listen properly Thrasher started for the warehouse and then escapee started looking for bandages.
"Oh for goodness sake" Scapegrace threw his hands in the air "Stop" them stopped "Thrasher. Stay." He turned to the escapee "You, escapee. Back to the warehouse" the escapee zombie went slowly to the door.
"Speed it up a bit" the escapee zombie started to walk faster."don't make me throw you" Scapegrace scowled, the escapee zombie walked faster when he got to the door he turned and looked at Scapegrace "Keep going" the escapee zombie disappeared through the door. Shutting the door he thought to himself I need to invest in a better locking system. He turned suddenly remembering the client on the floor,he looked up at Thrasher who was staring into space,then back at the would be client. Ir was too late to save him now.
"Thrasher" he snapped him out of his gaze
"Yes master"
"Help me with this would you" he grabbed one of the clients ankles and Thrasher grabbed the other, together they started dragging him toward the door of the warehouse and dumping him inside. If any of his relatives thought him missing they would go to the last place they knew him to be which would be 'Zombie Hunters' granted they knew he was coming here.
Oh well he would have an interesting time explaining to them what had happened.
Zombie retirement home, that's what he should change the name too. They could be bounty hunters for zombies, he nodded to himself. He could get a sign above his door. Zombie King looking after his subjects by keeping them safe in his warehouse.
Thank you for reading :) Zombie retirement home :)
