The moon hung upon quiet streets of chucklettown. Warm lights lit the homes of families gathered for their little celebrations at home thankful for the harvest and snow that came at the right time. To their families who are here and prayers to those on a long journey.
Chickens, geese, ducks and eggs, filled their tables. Roasted, marinated or simmered in a soup. The lips oily and laughs boisterous.
Two poor ghosts wandered the hollowed streets. One tall and one small, held their head low.
One cursing,"SERIOUSLY!".
Not a single INN, let them in after that farce with underworld Lord of Inns or whatever that Old man was. Just their luck!
Liz growled hard at the pavement stomping at it as if it was the old man before.
What?! Did he think his house is the Temple of god! Even though it's in ruins , people worship there! Imean-- It's not even made of gold. Liz kicked a pebble on the street hitting a metal bucket accurately with a loud BANG!
Doctor Sue followed quietly, it wasn't because he was not angry.
Oh, he was but he wasn't the type to do it in the streets.
And, the scene before exasperated him too much. It wrung his braincells dry. He hadn't met such a shameless old fox in years!
Usually, he was stuck inside his laboratory, either making his research or experimenting on his drugs. That's to say his social interaction are almost close to none. He had almost forgotten old men like him for better or for worse.
Doctor Sue mused eccentrically while Liz did all kinds of things to shoe her anger. Her small stature kicking here and there.
Doctor Sue simply watched her , looking emotionlessly and what's more, just like Liz, he could have a serious facial paralysis. Well, if he wants, too.
" Aren't you angry?!?!", Liz exclaimed in high- pitched voice looking like a wolf cub who trained all day but was deprived of rest and food. Well, anyone can be a little hysterical when deprived of food and rest. Liz stomped one more time and continued to kick the pebble to the bucket making a loud noise. That echoed through the silent streets.
Their dialogue was hard to ignore and the neighborhood huddled in what they think was a hushed silence but Doctor Sue had already noticed them from their windows and immediately signaled for Liz to stop.
"Stop it", he said.
" Your gonna scare the people here."
Doctor Sue looked around.
"We're gonna have to sleep in the streets"
He announced.
Liz pursed her lips and furrowed her dainty brows. She was unwilling. It was well written all over her face.
Well, I don't want to do it , too. But, we don't have a choice. Doctor Sue thought begrudgingly, who would've thought that the mountain peaks' genius medical student would be reduced to this in one night.
Could there be something worser than this?
Doctor Sue patted Lizs' back , pointed to a corner and took her there. They took a few twist and turns, got lost a few times. Found burglars and solved thugs on the way.
Optimistically, thanks to their bouts, they'd have a peaceful night because of how strong they are. If they did, hopefully find a house.
Unfortunately or fortunately, they found a small street that had an abandoned house that looked a little haunted but it was free...
The place looked more like a abandoned shack, with cobwebs on every corner, bashed and broken walls. Hopefully even ghosts dislike this place so they wouldn't be bothered at night too much.
Liz grimaced, mumbling a few comfort words for herself. Pep talking herself out of this, as she looked at the rats gathering for a funeral or a feast in the corner of the house.
"We will stay here for the night"
Doctor Sue announced quite happily.
It had been a long day for him, too.
It was an unspoken rule that beggars couldn't be out on the streets after the curfew or the government would do something to them . So, most of them would find shelter before that and camping outside was the best out of all the options.
Unfortunately for them that was out of the options thay had. As,they had been locked inside before they could go outside for the gates had already closed.
While, Liz looked around. Her mouth in gaping dismay. Doctor Sue had busied himself around prepping for the night. Humming a tune to cheer himself up. He found some sheets and dry hay.