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could or should do anything. But the words "Come on." Found her lips from somewhere.
The first doe shook her head. Henrietta stared dumbfounded at her for a bit before the doe seemed to gesture for her to go. Henrietta nodded then sped after the herd of zombie deer. She knew that the man wouldn't have any problem with them but Mist herself seemed vulnerable especially because she doubted she had enough shotgun shells for a whole herd of zombie deer.
Everyone was in a panic, what the runner said he saw didn't make any sense. What he did know for sure was that Benny was lost to them and not in the way that a ghost normally gets lost. The runner said something came at them and...and Benny charged it like a brave fool. And now Mike was standing there in the center of the crowd, holding the last remaining piece of Benny’s arm in his hands.
Henrietta rushed on with haste. Staggering zombie deer with three or less legs zoomed behind her as she pushed on. She didn't know what she could do but at least she could warn Mist. That is if the deer didn't get there first...
Henrietta squeezed her surprisingly burning eyes, dismissed the thought and found some extra speed from somewhere. The mass of the herd was just up ahead and they were moving fast .
The next bit happened as if it were a dream. Or a nightmare. Out of nowhere something rushed the crowd and then...pieces went flying. Mike held his eyes shut and tried to cover his ears to no luck as the shrill scream of the thing paralyzed everyone still. People screamed then went silent over and over again. Mike peeked from his petrified state to see more than half the crowd was gone before he shut them again.
Soon the screams stopped and Mike opened his eyes. There in front of him was the sharp eyed man standing alone in a sea of ghostly...pieces as he licked his fingers. Mike stood there cowering as the man continued to meticulously lick his fingers. It gave Mike the impression that he was watching a cat clean its claws. Then suddenly in mid lick the man looked up at Mike.
"Come on, stop your cowering. We both know that if I wanted to eat you you'd already be eaten."
...and that Mike was an interesting mouse that has momentarily amused the cat enough to not kill until he's played with it a little.
"Not far from the truth." The man said as if reading Mike’s mind. "Simply put, you entertain me. And that's why you’re alive. You have no idea how boring all those ghosts can get just talking on and on about the mundane things their boring zombies did that day. Oh it was excruciating! But honestly it was the first real interesting thing to happen in quite a while."
The man looked at Mike again.
"Oh come now. You are allowed to speak. I know you're smart enough not to ask stupid things that would make me want to eviscerate you. So go on, ask away."
Mike stayed silent for a moment. You could see his face contort as he tried to work out as many of the questions as he could on his own.
"Zomb- no. You’re a cannibal ghost. Do you need to eat or just like to?"
"Ha! Got it in one. Both really. Now there is something I need from you."
"What?"
"A story."
Mike was a fast thinker at this point after having to critically think for a group of unimaginative ghosts and he really knew better than to question why, at least not right away. But two things he just had to ask.
"Ok. But...What do I call you, or do you not want me to call you anything?"
"Good question."
Mike stayed silently waiting for a reply until the man caught his expression.
"Well go on start the story! I'll tell you if I want you to be calling me anything. No point in tellin your food your name until you’re sure you wanna keep them as a pet."
Mike nodded as his not blood froze in his ghostly skin.
"Just one last thing if it's not too much to ask."
The man nodded but in a way that said you're on thin ice and its beginning to
The first doe shook her head. Henrietta stared dumbfounded at her for a bit before the doe seemed to gesture for her to go. Henrietta nodded then sped after the herd of zombie deer. She knew that the man wouldn't have any problem with them but Mist herself seemed vulnerable especially because she doubted she had enough shotgun shells for a whole herd of zombie deer.
Everyone was in a panic, what the runner said he saw didn't make any sense. What he did know for sure was that Benny was lost to them and not in the way that a ghost normally gets lost. The runner said something came at them and...and Benny charged it like a brave fool. And now Mike was standing there in the center of the crowd, holding the last remaining piece of Benny’s arm in his hands.
Henrietta rushed on with haste. Staggering zombie deer with three or less legs zoomed behind her as she pushed on. She didn't know what she could do but at least she could warn Mist. That is if the deer didn't get there first...
Henrietta squeezed her surprisingly burning eyes, dismissed the thought and found some extra speed from somewhere. The mass of the herd was just up ahead and they were moving fast .
The next bit happened as if it were a dream. Or a nightmare. Out of nowhere something rushed the crowd and then...pieces went flying. Mike held his eyes shut and tried to cover his ears to no luck as the shrill scream of the thing paralyzed everyone still. People screamed then went silent over and over again. Mike peeked from his petrified state to see more than half the crowd was gone before he shut them again.
Soon the screams stopped and Mike opened his eyes. There in front of him was the sharp eyed man standing alone in a sea of ghostly...pieces as he licked his fingers. Mike stood there cowering as the man continued to meticulously lick his fingers. It gave Mike the impression that he was watching a cat clean its claws. Then suddenly in mid lick the man looked up at Mike.
"Come on, stop your cowering. We both know that if I wanted to eat you you'd already be eaten."
...and that Mike was an interesting mouse that has momentarily amused the cat enough to not kill until he's played with it a little.
"Not far from the truth." The man said as if reading Mike’s mind. "Simply put, you entertain me. And that's why you’re alive. You have no idea how boring all those ghosts can get just talking on and on about the mundane things their boring zombies did that day. Oh it was excruciating! But honestly it was the first real interesting thing to happen in quite a while."
The man looked at Mike again.
"Oh come now. You are allowed to speak. I know you're smart enough not to ask stupid things that would make me want to eviscerate you. So go on, ask away."
Mike stayed silent for a moment. You could see his face contort as he tried to work out as many of the questions as he could on his own.
"Zomb- no. You’re a cannibal ghost. Do you need to eat or just like to?"
"Ha! Got it in one. Both really. Now there is something I need from you."
"What?"
"A story."
Mike was a fast thinker at this point after having to critically think for a group of unimaginative ghosts and he really knew better than to question why, at least not right away. But two things he just had to ask.
"Ok. But...What do I call you, or do you not want me to call you anything?"
"Good question."
Mike stayed silently waiting for a reply until the man caught his expression.
"Well go on start the story! I'll tell you if I want you to be calling me anything. No point in tellin your food your name until you’re sure you wanna keep them as a pet."
Mike nodded as his not blood froze in his ghostly skin.
"Just one last thing if it's not too much to ask."
The man nodded but in a way that said you're on thin ice and its beginning to
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