AN Well howdy folks, I am Em, your writer for this mediocre fic (: I very much appreciate the small amount of interest my story has generated despite every chapter so far being ridiculously short o.O For this I apologise, due to infinite amounts of coursework etc. the only way I can get anything out very often is to write in short bursts when the inspiration hits me (often in some sort of lesson which makes things difficult...) But my big promise to you is that the chapters to come will be longer and much more action-packed (sort of) So stick around if you want to delve deeper into the wonderfully weird world of Hanna =] x
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"This is Galahad" Hanna beamed proudly. "Meet my coolest friend and business partner!" Then he leaned in still grinning "He's a zombie"
He seemed to be looking for some kind of reaction, my eyes moved from him to the zombie. He did seem cool, in the calm emotionless sense of the word. He caught my eye and nodded, smiling just ever so slightly, and I nodded in return.
"Great!" Hanna said excitedly, while the zombie hung back, watching me with a mild air of distrust.
"Imhotep lost his memory, kind of like you... You guys have so much in common!" Hanna shouted, launching himself into the air in his excitement. "We're embarking on an epic quest to find his name. I guess we can add your identity to the list..." He gave me an enquiring look "Although I have an inkling..."
He grinned again, spinning around and grabbing his coat. Then he threw the door open and informed us we were going out, before disappearing through the door frame like a speeding bullet.
The zombie walked slowly forward, not taking his eyes off me for a moment. We met at the door frame. For a moment we simply stared at each other. Then he pushed past me silently, and I followed him back into the darkness.
...
"C'mon dude, we're going to see a friend of mine" Hanna chuckled uncertainly "Well sort of..."
Hanna certainly knew his way around town. We flew through back streets and alleyways in the night-time darkness. One thing I noticed was that the zombie followed him unquestioningly. Even though he looked slightly older, and more collected than Hanna- the zombie appeared to look up to Hanna. The great look of respect on his face probably explained why he was keeping me at such a distance. He was protecting Hanna.
I imagine a dangerous stranger appearing from the heart of nowhere would be perturbing enough, but my sudden flurry of rage had earned me my isolation and suspicion. I hung my head shamefully, continuing to follow Hanna and his protector at as great a distance as I could achieve.