duality.

Zed liked to think that he’d adjusted to the lame ol’ city pretty well. He rarely had trouble finding rats and birds to eat, although chomping on a human would be a real fuckin’ nice change. It was just a huge pain to try to keep track of where they all ran off to. Other than that and the lack of respect from his fellow zombies, there wasn’t much more a punk rock lord of darkness could ask for.

CRUNCH.

Well, not much more than a little entertainment. His milky eyes cast over in his intruder’s direction almost lazily. Boredom and hunger didn’t exactly make the best combination.

“I’m real fuckin’ sick of people dissing my outfit. If you don’t like how I look, then take your slutty ass some-fuckin-where else,” he said as he leaned back in the chair he’d found and picked at the rotting flesh of his right arm.

↳ His nonchalance appears as a surprise for the scientist, her intrusion received in a light note as opposed to expectations. Her stance laxes, a tilt of head what follows. Outfit aside, she had no interest on criticizing the fashion sense of a mere talking corpse who only spilled profanities. Its putrid smell reached nostrils, numbing her mind. How stupidly nostalgic to her stomach, perhaps if it failed can she simply devour him? Eyelids shut down eventually, a pensive expression crawled on the apparently calm facial features of Jenna. “Aren’t you a lively guy?” Anger boils down within herself, despite showing no proof as of yet --

↳ Indulging on vain experiments cannot be among the pleasures she can allow, possessing a minimal dose of the atma virus is a greater restraint. She had to choose the most fitting beast at her disposition, it could be no other than those with primordial necessity of survival. Creatures of ‘lesser’ intelligence could as well present benefit if controlled upon infection -- humans were no less than beasts flaunting a brain they so rarely used anyhow, it showed minimal difference.

‘Runners’, that was her choice of species once selecting her victim. One cowardly entity could never oppose to the might of Hari-Hara, neither their vastly stronger hold. The first corrupted creature was set free afterwards in her location of choice, it might be a lesser atma what she developed but it could harvest into a stronger kind if fed appropriately.

Anyone could be a victim here, including the unexpected guest. “I have claimed this place as my own, surely it won’t be an inconvenience...” Her voice resounds in the vast entrance of the hotel, while she comfortably sat on the counter.

Jenna allows her creation do the later introduction, no many words required to explain the situation at hand.

Click, click, click...  

It was possibly crawling atop the walls, observing both women with its void eyes.

↳ A variety of demons could be described of possessing a humane appearance, but only to a slight degree. Curiosity has driven her to take careful observance on the individual in question, as it didn’t resemble the common species that so eagerly haunted every corner. They served as meal, but nothing beneficial has been proven thus far. She needed to test the effects of the atma virus on such a specimen, if it could so easily corrupt raw data then what wonders can it do to a creature of this kind -- sadly, stepping on a shattered glass would reveal her hiding location in no time. 

↳  She refrains from making direct eye contact while bloodied hands thread carefully in the remnants of a corpse. Its putrid smell plagues every corner of the room, innards scattered around the floor -- Jenna’s lips denote a trail of red, dripping from the very corner. White clothes stained but only slightly.

Yet she is poised despite being found midst a meal.

↳ Bestowed with equipment in the afterlife appeared as an interesting factor, one she can’t entirely understand. No signs of harm, it would induce concern she can’t occupy her mind into. Rather, the Karma scientist found herself occupied in a more obnoxious matter in hand -- a sonorous ‘meow’ could be heard from miles away and beyond, the silent environs irrupted with the incessant whining of a feline. Besides the terrible jazz music, surprisingly these animals were quite talented.

“Incredible.”