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Well, with no responses, I'm going to declare this thread officially dead. RIP. I will be unsubscribing.

~*The Orient Express*~

I hate to change my mind, but I feel a little overwhelmed by the detail of this RP. I'm sorry.

~*The Orient Express*~

May I join?

Hello cherryo

Welcome!

Здравствуйте Леди и Джентельмены.

@The Lime Owl Welcome to the Guild!

Just One Bite II

It was not apparent to Nicholas that he was clutching his chest as if he were having a heart attack. He looked at Mattie with a confused expression, then down at his own hand with the same expression, and removed it from his chest, letting it hang by his side as he spoke.

"Oh, no, no, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I was just thinking about...stuff."

He shook his head, filthy hair bouncing to the sides. Suddenly, his legs were feeling like a lead, and a dreaded thought entered his brain - what if he'd contracted something from Alissa? No, that couldn't be. Was it spread through the air? It seemed to be at first, until everyone started rising from their graves. Now it only seemed to be spread through body fluids. Wait. That didn't make any sense.

"I'm fine," he repeated with a bark, as if she'd asked again. "Let's just - hey, look," he pointed in front of him at a small, abandoned restaraunt. He doubted there was anything of use in there, but it would be good to have the distraction. They could salvage whatever was left. "Let's check it out."

The Kingdom of Sayyar

As Aire looked into the eyes of the servant, he couldn't quite decipher whether she was being truthful or not. This was something that frustrated him greatly, because before the passing of the king, his father had always told him that reading people was an important part of ruling a kingdom. Especially when it came to affairs with royalty of other kingdoms. However, this woman was not royalty and she was not important. Aire could only hope that those who were important in the future could be read more easily. After all, a lowly servant probably had more skill in deceit than someone of nobility.

As if, he almost scoffed aloud.

"I see," he said, stiffening. He looked away from her, out the freshly cleaned window. The garden was calling his name. "Sorry to have bothered you. Take-"

What was he doing? About to tell this servant to take the rest of the day off just because she was having trouble with her own body.

"Take better care when cleaning the windows. I see spots, and you're working entirely too slowly."

Before the servant could respond, the heir turned on his heel and hurried out of the corridor.

Just One Bite II

Nicholas caught Mattie's smirk, which made him feel even more humiliated. He was starting to become frustrated, wishing that he'd never met another living person at all. Then another part of him told him that this was one of the best things that could have happened in a situation like this. Like a miracle. If he even still believed in miracles. Civilization was gone - and only recently so. The heaviness of his heart became even heavier.

"Not safe?" he asked, more of a statement than a question. His voice had dropped to a grumbling mumble.

Going in the following houses was kind of exciting to Nicholas, but now that Mattie told him that they weren't safe, his excitement was ruined. It wasn't very likely that there would have been anything worthwhile in them, anyway. Either the previous residents took all the food with them, or scavengers came along afterward and looted them. Their only hope was to see if those small stores down the road had anything to salvage, which was also very unlikely, but Nicholas kept his hopes up anyway.

As they continued down the deserted road, the hand not holding the machete fidgeted with the rugged cloth of Nicholas' pants. The anxiety he was beginning to feel was too much. He was paranoid. What if this person killed him? Alissa would never know. And she couldn't fend for herself and their mother. What if Alissa was dying, and Nicholas wasn't there to comfort her through her last breaths? The thoughts made him feel sick. If he'd eaten anything but crackers the past few days, he might vomit. His hand loosely clutched his chest.

Just One Bite II

As Nicholas anxiously awaited Mattie's reply, he was constantly looking around their surroundings as they walked. It was pretty dead - no pun intended - and there didn't seem to be any unliving roaming around. Which was strange. Perhaps they'd been fooled into thinking there were no victims remaining.

The strangest part about the zombies, for lack of a better word, was that they did not consume their victims. They simply infected the healthy and moved on to search for more targets. They simply wanted more of them. It was as if they didn't even need to feed on anything. After all, why would they? Their organs were not technically functioning, their brain seeming to be only in control of motor functions. Ah yes, that was the key. Aim for the head.

Except Nicholas had nothing to actually aim with, he'd left his freakin' rifle in the Wal-Mart with his little sister.

At Mattie's reply, he nodded, was silent for a moment, then said, "Alright then," which was a bit awkward considering the time that had already passed in silence. He looked in the direction opposite of Mattie in an attempt to hide his obviously embarrassed expression, then cleared his throat.

"Have you, uh, been in any houses down this way? I came from the south end, and-" he sputtered because he'd just said he came from the south end which Mattie probably wouldn't have taken in a goofy way, but made him all the more embarrassed. "And- and, uh, well, I was in the houses before that. Like, I mean, I looked in the houses while we made our way to the Wal-Mart."

The Kingdom of Sayyar

Almost before the servant could finish even speaking, Aire barked out, "You're lying. Tell me the truth." Still, his arms didn't leave his chest. In truth, he was still trying to make himself appear taller, thus somehow superior (even though he clearly was, being royalty.) For some reason, at that moment, the servant's bowed head irritated him even though it was common practice for the help not to look their masters in the eyes.

"You can look at me," he said in a slightly softer tone.