Chapter 6: Misery Loves Medical Supplies
I made my way down to the basement and knocked on the gate, "Come in" a voice called. I entered and sitting on a bed of nails, I saw a banshee with eyes stained with tears, I had a feeling this was... "Misery" I asked her. "That's me" she replied.
She looked so elegant and sensitive, I felt that she was going to be a great friend to me already. "I'm Zaí", I told her. "Oh yeah, you're the new girl whose lucky enough to be escaping from a war", Misery stated.
"How is that lucky?!" I replied, a little too loud.
"You no longer have to live in a war torn city full of people being slaughtered and massacred." she finished.
I thought about what she said and finally realized how lucky I was, the witches were probably murdering zombies as we spoke!
"By the way..how can they kill you if your zombies? How can you die if you're already dead?" Misery asked quizzically.
"Well, we're not 'dead' so to speak, we're 'undead' so I'm as alive as you or anyone else in this mansion, but the witches use their wicked spells to blow us up, crush or bodies, burn us alive, melt us, or disintegrate our skeleton, reducing the dead zombies to dust in the wind" I finished.
"That makes sense" Misery said, content with my explanation.
"Oh would you happen to have an eyepatch you could spare?" I asked nervously. "Sure" she said, going over to a drawer, pulling out a first-aid kit and pulling out a black eyepatch.
"Keep it, I insist, I've got 763 more of them".
I put it on and looked in a mirror, "I like it" I said. "Great," Misery said before the mirror shattered out of nowhere.
"Oops" she said halfhearted.
"While I'm down here, you wouldn't happen to have something to cover this?" I lifted up my shirt and showed Misery the hole where my heart had been torn out.
"Wow!" she gasped.
"It's a long story, I need something to cover it up before flies come, lay eggs and their maggots eat away at my flesh."
"I think I have the perfect solution" Misery said, grabbing a white gauze patch and sticking it on the wound, completely covering it up.
"Thank you" I said.
"Anytime, my skin isn't rotting so I wouldn't know, tee hee hee" Misery told me, even giving a cute giggle and a smile.
"I think you and I are gonna get along just fine" I said joyfully.