Kai wanted answers now, but it looks like the Kid expected more guests to show up. Not too far behind her another man came through the door, but he was off. His skin was grey and pallor. Her eyes tracked him, because she didn’t trust that he wasn’t something other than who he says he is. When he passed her, she got a whiff of him. He smelled like the frog she dissected when she was in high school. Like formaldehyde. No one was that pale and she’s seen some pale fuckers in her day. The type that burned in the sun, but he looked like if he burned, he’d rot. The more she thought about it, the more he seemed like a corpse. And only the undead could walk around and talk. She doesn’t believe in spiritual shit, but tell her there’s a zombie apocalypse and she’ll be the first to grab a gun. She backed away from him, moving closer to the man in the coat, ‘cause if he turned ravenous it’s better someone else’s ass and not hers.
There had to be more coming, but Gavin didn’t seem like he wanted to wait. As soon as the corpse came in she wasn’t all that patient for this either. He said the coat man’s name, Archer, and she hoped he wouldn’t say hers, which he didn’t. Good. As far as she’s concerned, her name was Brenda, until she tells anyone otherwise. What she didn’t expect was for Gavin to call the corpse’s bluff. So there’s more of them out there with some ringleader controlling them all. Fan-fucking-tastic. Just what she needed. There’s not enough people here to feast on if she needed to make a run. The corpse went to a corner of the room just as someone else came in and she stunk up the room something awful. Kai had to stop herself from vomiting, the smell was that bad. She got as far as she could and sank into an armchair with her shirt collar covering her nose.
He spouted bullshit about magic and chosen by angels or whatever. The more he spoke the more it sounded like those wiccan recruitment meetings her parents used to go to when she was little. Oooohhh. This had to be the work of her parents. Still trying to get her to believe in their pagan bullshit. The stinky girl had the right idea, before she took a hard left towards Christ. Fuck sakes, she’s stuck with a bible thumper, a pagan, and two other people that’s buying what he’s selling. She sighed.
“Look, okay, I don’t know why my parents gave you my information to recruit me for whatever pagan sect you’re part of, but I don’t believe in all this magic shit you’re talking about.” Her voice was muffled by her shirt, cause like hell she’s removing it. “Now hand over my contact information, forget my name, and pretend that I don’t exist. Think you can do that?”
