Scapegrace hadn't though this through. He building needed work, its unsafe for his dead guests. He wanted something like The Midnight Hotel, but stayed where it was. over time it would have been nice to expand to a moving retirement home.

The Retirement home was a bit ironic really. Retirement homes are normally related to old people but his had a mix old and young. They all just hung around together speaking to each other. They young children played games like skip and bulldog. Scapegrace thought it was funny that they played bulldog, they couldn't run very well and they fell over a lot – but they kept playing. he guessed it was their way to stay normal. They wouldn't never grow old they would kind of be like peter pan and the lost boys forever young.

The Sanctuary pays him to keep the guest here they also maintain the building, and recently they had installed a walkway so he could leave his office and look out over the masses of Zombies. Scapegrace had banned Thrasher and Clarabelle from the walkway – they had started hanging pictures from the foot of the walkway. He didn't mind that they were trying to lighten up the place, but they didn't need to hang posters of zombie films like Shaun of the Dead but they also had pictures of zombies eating humans and he didn't want to give the guests any ideas. He had had one too many problems with a zombies tasting human flesh.

He shivered at the thought and walked back into his office. Sitting down at his desk, Thrasher poked his head around the door.

"You've got a call master" Picking up his phone he heard the familiar cold tone of China Sorrows.

"Hi Grand Mage" he said into the receiver

"Scapegrace I need you to make a pick up"

"Pick up?"

"All day the Sanctuary has been receiving calls about loose Zombies I need you to go out and collect them"

"Can't you send out the Cleavers?"

"No"

"But-"

"Scapegrace, dear, I will not send out our task force to bring in rouge Zombies and last time I checked our agreement it was for you to look after Zombies and keep them out of trouble, and by extension picking them up"

"Okay" He replied miserably "Um, have you thought anymore on my request for more staff and building" He felt like a nervous school boy asking the teacher if he could go and pee.

" Yes, and I have decided that your building is big enough for you and your zombies, after all zombies don't live very long now do they" she was stressed and taking it out on him.

"But me and Thrasher have lasted a while"

"And I have no idea why" she paused "Good day Mr. Scapegrace"

Thrasher must have heard him put the phone down because he appeared in his office door way with a cup of tea .

"Tea master?"

"Thrasher, I don't eat and drink. Why on earth would I want a cup if tea?"

"I don't know Clarabelle made it"

"Hi Scrapey" she called form the kitchen

"Hi Clarabelle" an idea popped in to his head, he didn't want to go and find a zombie, but he had a zombie that always does what he says and a friend. "Hey, Thrasher you want a job?" his face lit up

"Yes please master" Scapegrace grinned this was too easy.

"I have some zombies that want picking up"

"Okay, I'll take Clarabelle with me" he walked towards the door tea in hand.

"Oh and Thrasher?"

"Master?"he turned when he reached the door

"Take the leaflets you made and post them up around and about"

"Yes Master" he practically jumped out of the door

Scapegrace leaded back in his chair relaxed, only stopping to flick a bit of his eyebrow out of his face.

"CLARABELLE TO THE PENGUIN MOBILE" Thrasher screamed at the top of his lungs

Thank you for reading, sorry I posted the first chapter twice on another story, but meh:) ;) reviews welcome