Zombie Ears [Cotter]

[Mora]

Killing zombies – after just being newly turned was a hard feat. She could understood if he had a hard time killing them –knowing they were humans once, or at least resembled people that he may have known. Heck, Mora was no saint. She had killed people in the past. She had killed her own mother through a spout of anger, maybe even hunger. She didn’t try to think about it – it was hard to look back on but now as Cotter spoke about how the elderly woman reminded him of his own grandmother.

“I am sorry.” She said. “I know it may potentially be hard at first. I know they look almost human. Besides the skin falling off.” She made a joke laughing a little bit. “I’m sure I have some face cream they can borrow.” Her hand came up to rest against his shoulder – giving it a tight squeeze in a comforting manner, it was the only thing she could provide – though she did admire his courage, and strength. The night of his siring – he’s already out here and trying to learn the ropes – to become better and stronger. She couldn’t help but admire it. Not many fledglings showed that kind of determination.

“If you want, we can try to find your grandmother. See if she is alright. Put you at ease.” She smiled. Uncurling her fingertips from his shoulder as she nudged him playfully bringing her gun back to her shoulder – she let it rest there as she sighed. Her eyes looked down the hallway, then back towards the way they had just come. “Do you want to continue?” She asked, unsure if he was tired yet or not. Mora could still go a few rounds. She worried for Cotter – hoping this wasn’t too much for him.

[Cotter (DELETED 6051)]

"If you can get them each a marked grave, I'm sure they'd appreciate that the most," he rebuffed, taking on an edge to match his deadpan expression.

“If you want, we can try to find your grandmother. See if she is alright. Put you at ease.”

"Let's not do that," he answered.

He was sure he wouldn't find her alive. She wouldn't have had a chance. Right now, he needed a moment to himself. To deal with the voices poking in on his time, kill some zombies - do whatever on his own time. He needed to walk around on his own and pretend to be nobody, and let sink in the fact that he was a creature belonging to the night. "I'm gonna head back to my old place and grab a few things. I'll see you at the...crypt, when I get back."

[Mora]

Mora found herself blinking at Cotter. He wanted to bury the zombies? She had never heard of such a thing. She had never even blinked twice at putting down zombies – she never thought to bury them. She found herself nodding her head, golden hair danced on her shoulder tips. “If you wish to bury them. I will not stop you.” She smiled, that sweet yet innocent smile plastered upon her lips as she took a step back giving the man his space.

He wanted his own space and she worried then. He wanted some time to himself. She didn’t say anything. She simply nodded her head. “Alright. If you are not back to the crypt by dawn, I will have to summon you to me.” She made it very clear that it was no joke, and that she was entirely serious as she scowled. She rummaged around in her pocket and pulled out her tome. Lifted the parchment read the words aloud and she vanished from sight. Her body transported to the ritual alter in the crypt as she re–emerged. The palms of her hand grasped at the wood of the alter as she took a deep breathe.

Toming back to the crypt was never an experience she’d get over. The feeling, it was exhilarating. She made her way over to the bed and began to strip it of the silk sheets. Droplets of blood resided there from when she had brought Cotter home. She would change the sheets to calm herworry some mind.