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Authors: Dave Rowlands
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Ghouls seemed to terrify her. “Just how could anyone come to that? Eating the Dead, I mean...” she said at one point. I told her that I had no idea, but the very concept repulsed me thoroughly.
“I didn't like the way she was looking at you,” Apocalypse Girl told me when we returned to our rooms, a couple of hours later. It was completely dark by then and from our bedroom window our newest satellite hung heavy in the sky, trillions of specks of light flashing all around it. Many of them moving incredibly fast, darting hither and yon, doing who-knows-what up there, in orbit over our fucking planet! “I've seen you look at Meat-Beasts the same way. She's hungry for something, and I don't really want her having any, if you follow me,”
Glaring hatefully at the Invader Moon I pulled the curtains shut. Apocalypse Girl was just jealous, by the sounds of things. Whatever the Queen might think or feel is irrelevant, anyway. There was not a single thing that could take me away from Apocalypse Girl's side. Not anymore.
August 14 th Year 1 A.Z.
morning
Sitting in my office, after breakfast with Her Majesty, Apocalypse Girl quite clearly had something on her mind. When I asked what it was she was reluctant to answer, at least initially. After a while she opened up a little more, however. “I'm beginning to think we shouldn't stay here for much longer.” She told me eventually. “I've got this feeling that if we stay, something bad is going to happen.” When I asked her what, she simply shrugged and said no more, looking out the window at the people passing by on their way to and from whatever jobs they had these days.
Jester came by, wearing relatively normal clothing for a change, save for the ridiculous, bell-laden hat atop his head. Over a cup of fresh coffee he invited the two of us to his entertainment precinct that he had set up at and around one of the major squares of the city. There would, apparently, be much rejoicing and he promised a spectacular display as well as plenty to smoke and drink. Deathwish and his former Scavenging Squad mates had found a hydroponics shop completely intact a couple of months ago and had acquired some of the equipment with which to grow some greenery. The rest had, naturally, been given to The Queen so that she could grow more food for her people. Deathwish had reported that their first crop was now ready and that they were more than happy to share it out amongst the populace in order to enhance whatever entertainment Jester had planned. The funny little former IT guy even tossed me a small bag as a sample on his way out.
noon
Not a lot for the Champion of Adelaide and The Sheriff of The Queen to do today, it seems. After Jester left we went to find some food, meeting up with Apprentice and Scout, who were in the midst of a heated discussion. Scout was asking Apprentice to come to Coober's Nest with her, my white-robed old friend was declining her invitation, saying only that her place was with me, and with Apocalypse Girl, at least for now. Scout seemed more than a little irritated by this response, angrily telling her that if that was the case, then Scout's place was with Apprentice, but that they'd talk about this some more. Later.
“Trouble at home?” Apocalypse Girl asked Apprentice as Scout stormed away and around the corner. Apprentice blushed a deep red. I could only think to blurt out, loudly and embarrassingly, that I had no idea either of them swung that way. “Of course not. You're a man, you need things spelled out for you sometimes.” The affection in Apocalypse Girl's voice took away some of the sting of the comment. Some.
“To be honest, I didn't think I did, either!” Apprentice's colour slowly returned to normal. “After last night, though... We were drunk and talking about things, and then, well, to use an incredibly old and tired cliché, one thing led
“I didn't like the way she was looking at you,” Apocalypse Girl told me when we returned to our rooms, a couple of hours later. It was completely dark by then and from our bedroom window our newest satellite hung heavy in the sky, trillions of specks of light flashing all around it. Many of them moving incredibly fast, darting hither and yon, doing who-knows-what up there, in orbit over our fucking planet! “I've seen you look at Meat-Beasts the same way. She's hungry for something, and I don't really want her having any, if you follow me,”
Glaring hatefully at the Invader Moon I pulled the curtains shut. Apocalypse Girl was just jealous, by the sounds of things. Whatever the Queen might think or feel is irrelevant, anyway. There was not a single thing that could take me away from Apocalypse Girl's side. Not anymore.
August 14 th Year 1 A.Z.
morning
Sitting in my office, after breakfast with Her Majesty, Apocalypse Girl quite clearly had something on her mind. When I asked what it was she was reluctant to answer, at least initially. After a while she opened up a little more, however. “I'm beginning to think we shouldn't stay here for much longer.” She told me eventually. “I've got this feeling that if we stay, something bad is going to happen.” When I asked her what, she simply shrugged and said no more, looking out the window at the people passing by on their way to and from whatever jobs they had these days.
Jester came by, wearing relatively normal clothing for a change, save for the ridiculous, bell-laden hat atop his head. Over a cup of fresh coffee he invited the two of us to his entertainment precinct that he had set up at and around one of the major squares of the city. There would, apparently, be much rejoicing and he promised a spectacular display as well as plenty to smoke and drink. Deathwish and his former Scavenging Squad mates had found a hydroponics shop completely intact a couple of months ago and had acquired some of the equipment with which to grow some greenery. The rest had, naturally, been given to The Queen so that she could grow more food for her people. Deathwish had reported that their first crop was now ready and that they were more than happy to share it out amongst the populace in order to enhance whatever entertainment Jester had planned. The funny little former IT guy even tossed me a small bag as a sample on his way out.
noon
Not a lot for the Champion of Adelaide and The Sheriff of The Queen to do today, it seems. After Jester left we went to find some food, meeting up with Apprentice and Scout, who were in the midst of a heated discussion. Scout was asking Apprentice to come to Coober's Nest with her, my white-robed old friend was declining her invitation, saying only that her place was with me, and with Apocalypse Girl, at least for now. Scout seemed more than a little irritated by this response, angrily telling her that if that was the case, then Scout's place was with Apprentice, but that they'd talk about this some more. Later.
“Trouble at home?” Apocalypse Girl asked Apprentice as Scout stormed away and around the corner. Apprentice blushed a deep red. I could only think to blurt out, loudly and embarrassingly, that I had no idea either of them swung that way. “Of course not. You're a man, you need things spelled out for you sometimes.” The affection in Apocalypse Girl's voice took away some of the sting of the comment. Some.
“To be honest, I didn't think I did, either!” Apprentice's colour slowly returned to normal. “After last night, though... We were drunk and talking about things, and then, well, to use an incredibly old and tired cliché, one thing led
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