What Now? (Jay)
Sept 17, 2013 13:18:17 GMT -8
Post by Steven Shrowder on Sept 17, 2013 13:18:17 GMT -8
Steve wandered through the dead lands, he had an appointment with a counselor who'd been sent to interview him. Rose had petitioned for a transfer for him. Zombies weren't allowed to petition on their own, a "living" person had to apply for them. Then the counsel mulled it over and sent a counselor to investigate- er, interview the deado in question. He knew the cruel things people said about Zombies. 'They're monsters' 'They'll kill us all' 'Zombies are just blood-thirsty freaks'. He mulled over everything, his intelligence made him nearly immune to madness, which was a nice factor, but he could easily slip into madness when enraged or threatened.
He chewed on a piece of gum that Rose had given him earlier, he jumped slightly when there was a small jingle from his pocket. He pulled out a small phone and answered, "Rose?, hey.... Yea, I'm on my way right now... Wait? You're going to be there as well? Well, that is wonderful" he stated and his bony face stretched into a smile. He listened to her instructions then hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket.
He reached the entrance but was stopped by a group of guardians and a hunter. They frisked him which made him roll his eyes, with his state of intelligence he didn't need to bring any weapons with him, he just needed his body. He could easily kill with out even trying. He knew every pressure point, every nerve ending, every artery in every body. He knew how to make a murder look like a natural death. He was sought after by the resistance. They wanted to hire him as an assassin, but again, an assumption that just because he's a zombie it makes him a killer. He sighed as the frisking continued. He was restrained and for a moment he was confused but then he saw the mouth guard. The accessory that all zombies were required to wear, even counsel members. He rolled his eyes again but stopped fighting. They fastened it onto his head then locked it in place. He looked around and they released him, he was now ready to meet with this counselor.
Steve took a breath but was stopped, "You are Sven Dovar, correct?" the guard asked and Steve nodded. He reached out his hand and pressed it against the black box, it lit up and beeped, his false information popping up.
Sven Dovar
Age... 112
Gender... Male
Race... Zombie
Status...Clean
No signs of Madness
The guard looked up and looked Steve over, "Welcome to the keep, Counselor Barrowman is waiting for you. Right this way"
Steve wasn't really sure what to think, but Rose assured him she'd be there and if his credentials passed from a DNA and print scan, he felt that maybe this plan would work. He knew the risk that Rose was taking. Not only was she committing treason for lying, but she was also breaking a few more laws by hiding illegal research, aiding and abedding a fugitive, falsifying documents, hacking, and a strew of other laws that she'd broken. He knew that she'd most likely be put to death if her crimes were discovered. He took a breath and walked forward, following the guards as they led to way to the meeting room.
This was going to be a long day.
He chewed on a piece of gum that Rose had given him earlier, he jumped slightly when there was a small jingle from his pocket. He pulled out a small phone and answered, "Rose?, hey.... Yea, I'm on my way right now... Wait? You're going to be there as well? Well, that is wonderful" he stated and his bony face stretched into a smile. He listened to her instructions then hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket.
He reached the entrance but was stopped by a group of guardians and a hunter. They frisked him which made him roll his eyes, with his state of intelligence he didn't need to bring any weapons with him, he just needed his body. He could easily kill with out even trying. He knew every pressure point, every nerve ending, every artery in every body. He knew how to make a murder look like a natural death. He was sought after by the resistance. They wanted to hire him as an assassin, but again, an assumption that just because he's a zombie it makes him a killer. He sighed as the frisking continued. He was restrained and for a moment he was confused but then he saw the mouth guard. The accessory that all zombies were required to wear, even counsel members. He rolled his eyes again but stopped fighting. They fastened it onto his head then locked it in place. He looked around and they released him, he was now ready to meet with this counselor.
Steve took a breath but was stopped, "You are Sven Dovar, correct?" the guard asked and Steve nodded. He reached out his hand and pressed it against the black box, it lit up and beeped, his false information popping up.
Sven Dovar
Age... 112
Gender... Male
Race... Zombie
Status...Clean
No signs of Madness
The guard looked up and looked Steve over, "Welcome to the keep, Counselor Barrowman is waiting for you. Right this way"
Steve wasn't really sure what to think, but Rose assured him she'd be there and if his credentials passed from a DNA and print scan, he felt that maybe this plan would work. He knew the risk that Rose was taking. Not only was she committing treason for lying, but she was also breaking a few more laws by hiding illegal research, aiding and abedding a fugitive, falsifying documents, hacking, and a strew of other laws that she'd broken. He knew that she'd most likely be put to death if her crimes were discovered. He took a breath and walked forward, following the guards as they led to way to the meeting room.
This was going to be a long day.