“Oh, for ****’s—are you serious?” Edith called out after him with her arms raised, calloused fingers splayed and palms facing upwards. “Ethan!” Dropping her arms to her side, she clicked her tongue in disgust, and glanced back at the approaching zombie. The hazy light radiating from the closest lampposts made it near-impossible to ascertain the creature’s condition, though it was evidently struggling to close the distance between them. Unarmed and unwilling to be someone’s supper, the brunette gathered her purse and began walking. Long legs carried her much faster than the zombie could move, and that was reassurance enough.
Nearing the casino’s parking lot, Edith glanced over her shoulder. If she got to the car without being intercepted by any other cannibalistic corpse, she’d be dandy. Except, the car wasn’t where they’d left it. Stepping onto the asphalt, heels clicking, she scanned the lot, incredulous.
“Oh, that’s great,” she announced, tone deadpan. Pursuing her lips, she contemplated reaching for her phone to call him or simply leaving it at that. Despite her astonishment she wasn’t surprised. Out of all his antics though, this one took the cake. Muttering a few choice insults under her breath, Edith opted for the latter option. There was no imminent danger and while being deserted by her half-witted on-and-off boyfriend soured her mood, the night could still be salvaged. The question was how?
The flashing sign above the casino’s backdoor was her answer.
Drinking and gambling proved a disastrous combination. Determined to get a win of any kind, Edith went hard. Too hard. When she stepped out five hours later, she was a few hundred short on rent. It was a problem sober Edith could deal with though, because as far as she was concerned, she’d had enough bad news for one night.
“Ethan being a spineless shithead isn’t news,” she replied to herself, promptly laughing in agreement. Steadying her feet, the pain from the heels muted by alcohol, Edith began to walk towards Gullsborough station. Honeymead was closer, but Gullsborough was closer to home, which meant it was better for her to catch transit there. It didn’t matter that they both serviced River Rock.
As she crossed the road towards the station, a motorcycle whizzed past her. The purse at her shoulder was ripped away, pulling painfully on her shoulder. She shrieked, narrowly avoiding the curb of the opposite sidewalk as she caught herself on all fours. By the time she got back to her feet, unstable and blearily alert, the motorcycle had disappeared around a corner.
After finding the ticket office closed and no one to help her get home, Edith decided to make her way back to the casino. They’d know her, right? Maybe they could help her, or call the police, or whatever. Wiping the mascara from under her eyes, she slowly made her way across the street, arms wrapped around herself as she checked for motorcycles and thieves. It wasn’t as if she had anything left on her to steal, but the tumble itself was not something she wanted to repeat.
Slow and unsteady, the brunette walked down the sidewalk, practically hugging the walls. As she rounded the corner, she found herself forty yards away or so from a zombie. It stood unsteadily in the middle of the road. Edith barely had time to make sense of it before she heard the gunshots. Her heart jumped into her throat. Bullets travelled a lot faster than zombies and scared her a hell of a lot more.
Without thinking, she dived into the property nearest to her. The building was unfamiliar and old, but she paid little mind to it. Running towards the double doors, she cast a glance over her shoulder at the growing commotion in the street before sealing herself away in the temple.
Nearing the casino’s parking lot, Edith glanced over her shoulder. If she got to the car without being intercepted by any other cannibalistic corpse, she’d be dandy. Except, the car wasn’t where they’d left it. Stepping onto the asphalt, heels clicking, she scanned the lot, incredulous.
“Oh, that’s great,” she announced, tone deadpan. Pursuing her lips, she contemplated reaching for her phone to call him or simply leaving it at that. Despite her astonishment she wasn’t surprised. Out of all his antics though, this one took the cake. Muttering a few choice insults under her breath, Edith opted for the latter option. There was no imminent danger and while being deserted by her half-witted on-and-off boyfriend soured her mood, the night could still be salvaged. The question was how?
The flashing sign above the casino’s backdoor was her answer.
Drinking and gambling proved a disastrous combination. Determined to get a win of any kind, Edith went hard. Too hard. When she stepped out five hours later, she was a few hundred short on rent. It was a problem sober Edith could deal with though, because as far as she was concerned, she’d had enough bad news for one night.
“Ethan being a spineless shithead isn’t news,” she replied to herself, promptly laughing in agreement. Steadying her feet, the pain from the heels muted by alcohol, Edith began to walk towards Gullsborough station. Honeymead was closer, but Gullsborough was closer to home, which meant it was better for her to catch transit there. It didn’t matter that they both serviced River Rock.
As she crossed the road towards the station, a motorcycle whizzed past her. The purse at her shoulder was ripped away, pulling painfully on her shoulder. She shrieked, narrowly avoiding the curb of the opposite sidewalk as she caught herself on all fours. By the time she got back to her feet, unstable and blearily alert, the motorcycle had disappeared around a corner.
After finding the ticket office closed and no one to help her get home, Edith decided to make her way back to the casino. They’d know her, right? Maybe they could help her, or call the police, or whatever. Wiping the mascara from under her eyes, she slowly made her way across the street, arms wrapped around herself as she checked for motorcycles and thieves. It wasn’t as if she had anything left on her to steal, but the tumble itself was not something she wanted to repeat.
Slow and unsteady, the brunette walked down the sidewalk, practically hugging the walls. As she rounded the corner, she found herself forty yards away or so from a zombie. It stood unsteadily in the middle of the road. Edith barely had time to make sense of it before she heard the gunshots. Her heart jumped into her throat. Bullets travelled a lot faster than zombies and scared her a hell of a lot more.
Without thinking, she dived into the property nearest to her. The building was unfamiliar and old, but she paid little mind to it. Running towards the double doors, she cast a glance over her shoulder at the growing commotion in the street before sealing herself away in the temple.