The past 12 hours have been mostly a blur to the Witches Apprentice known as Immorticia.
Following her death and subsequent resurrection, she decided to leave her mother's tower for the first time in her life and find the source of the magic that brought her back from the dead.
Only instead of traveling through the magic forest in order to encounter the powerful archmage known as Goo'Gel, who according to her mother held the answers to all the questions in the world, she instead found a suburban town, which if she had to guess, was named Neighborville, if the sign outside the town was anything to go by.
"Perhaps Goo'Gel's magic fortress is somewhere hidden in this town, under a powerful illusion perhaps?" Immorticia could only guess, seeing as she had no clues as to what she was actually looking for, and her mother tried her best to keep her knowledge of the outside world as in the dark as the belfry where she died.
Immorticia tried to question another undead like her for the location of Goo'Gel, but all she got in return was a series of intelligible grunts and the Zombie's green hand pointing at some sort of reflective glass box.
It would seem that the world outside uses an unknown language consisting of growls and grunts, with a few moans thrown in beside the occasional whisper of the word "Brains."
And so, Immorticia kept searching, hoping to find the archives of this city, perhaps she could find the recipe for a translation potion.
However, finding the magical archives of Neighborville, in the secret building her mother called "Ack-A-Damia," which according to her was sometimes referred to as "You-Knee-Verse-City" or Universe City for short.
How can there be a city inside another city? The wonders of the modern world still elude the mind of the young sorceress.
These questions mattered not at this moment, for Immorticia was still lost.It was then, at the end of the day, when the sun started to set beyond the horizon of Zombified Suburbia, that she spotted another undead, his knees on the ground, face up towards the sky, as tears of sorrow rolled down his face.
The zombie reminded her of a pet she used to have long ago before it disappeared from her tower.
Her mother said it went to live with its relatives on a farm upstate, Immorticia hoped it was doing well. After all, it did not seem like the zombies were hunting animals.
"Why are you crying?" Immorticia asked the grey zombie.
And when the grey-skinned corpse turned to look at the sorceress, Immorticia's unlife changed forever.
"Do you wanna' get married?"
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"HAHA! We're unbeatable now!" Sunny stared blankly at the talking zombie, watching as the undead idiot pointed his zombified finger at her, laughing at a joke he made up in his head.
"Are... Are you done?" Sunny was getting tired. Killing Undead was fun and all, but she still needed to sleep, and it'll be hard to do that when the armies of the dead were standing just off her lawn, cheering on as their friends walked in a straight line towards her house.
"Wha-" The zombie stopped to go back inside his purple and green van, most likely checking something, before he walked out, "We'll be done in thirty minutes, Sorry for the inconvenience," He shouted to her before he turned to his fellow zombies.
"Once we're done here you can all go home, we'll be meeting up tomorrow outside her backyard at around... 11:30 or so. Seems about right," He shrugged before he turned back to her, "You can go grab a cup of coffee or something if you need it, Damian won't be here for another like... Five minutes?"
"And I should trust you why exactly?" Sunny lifted an eyebrow at the grey-skinned~ STOP IT! SHE'S NOT RACIST!!!
"Because unlike you, and your feral barbarism," The Zombie smirked and put his hand over his chest, as if he was some sort of posh Victorian nobleman, "We actually care about the well-being of our companion," He chuckled to himself before he went on an annoying speech about how Zombies are better than humans or someshit.
Sunny didn't know, she stopped listening the moment he opened his mouth.
But it didn't matter, as the crowd of zombies that blocked her lawn moved to the side, in order to reveal...
"Is that a fucking Disco dancer? What is this? The seventies?!" Sunny was starting to get tired of this.
In the last 24 hours, her entire world went to shit, everybody thinks she's racist, SHE'S NOT, almost everybody around her is dead, her crazy neighbor is giving her bio-engineered weapons of floral destruction, and now Disco is back...
"Nah, I'm tired, Cherry Bomb!" She grabbed a nearby fruit from the small pile she had beside her and tossed the explosive at the feet of the zombie.
Turning the afro-wearing Dancer into a charred corpse, a gentle gust of wind-dispersed his body as fertilizer.Silence followed the quick death of the Disco Zombie.
"...Okay then, See you all tomorrow at 11:00, Good night everyone!" The Zombie turned around and waved goodbye to his coworkers before he and the goth zombie entered the van and drove away, the rest of the zombies grumbling in agreement and nodding their heads as they too walked away.
Sunny let out a tired sigh and leaned her back on the door to her house.
A yellow mushroom with a face turned to look at her, raising its brows in worry.
"I'll be fine, I'm just tired-" A Yawn escaped her lips, "Watch the front door, I'm going to sleep,"
And with those words, Sunny, one of the last two humans on Earth, went back inside, climbed upstairs, flopped onto her bed, and went to sleep.
She did not even bother to shower and clean all the sweat and dirt off her body. How barbaric...