Chapter 53: Watching A Show
Once again, Isaac trembled as he tried to reload the last shell into the shotgun. The mutated zombie behind Jeremiah was kindly giving him time to do it, almost like a cat playing with a mouse. It was like it wanted to offer him some sort of hope before ruthlessly tearing it away.
I couldn’t help but approve of its methods. Me, though, I think I would go for the quick and easy kill. There was no point in dragging it out and losing your prey in the process.
Everyone was staring at Isaac and Jeremiah to the point that I think I was the only one to realize that the zombie from the window was now inside the room, sticking to the shadows so that no one else could notice it. Using Envy’s vision, I turned my head to stare at it.
’Can I talk to it?’ I asked Envy, cocking my head to the side as it, too, stared at Isaac like it was watching a show.
"Don’t know," replied Envy. "I don’t think so. Its mind isn’t like ours. It is more focused on food right now than a conversation, but it wouldn’t be the first time you proved us wrong about something."
There seemed to be an undercurrent to Envy’s words, one that I didn’t really understand at the moment, but that was fine.
’Do they know who is food and who isn’t?’ I asked. I had promised life to two of the women, and I wouldn’t break my promise to them.
"Yeah," grunted Pride, never one to be left out. "You’ve created an almost invisible shield over the two women. Nothing is getting through it. Not even a demon."
Nodding my head, I turned my attention back to Isaac as he pumped the shotgun in his hand.