statued maiden, sat motionless within verdant patch opposite unfamiliar high school for hours, save for the idle ash of fresh cigarette or swat at the fat bodies of flies drawn to her distinctive bouquet of death and decomposition. she watches silhouetted forms flooding the hallways during class changes, watches those rebels who dare skid out of the parking lot during lunch, watches sun drift tauntingly across brutally clear sky. it’s all unexceptional, normal, ordinary ------ another day like the one before in bumfuck wherever they are. it reminds her all too much of home, and it is during this musing that the distant thrum of dismissal bell rings, loosing students onto the sidewalks.
she doesn’t know what her plan is, doesn’t even know if he’s in school today, doesn’t even know exactly who he is. ( just a name, a quick description from a deity who could have been lying to her anyway. ) nacreous gaze scans swarming faces as if she knows who she’s looking for, loose limbs giving rise as she tosses nearly - finished smoke onto the blacktop of the street she crosses. there’s a moment where she considers leaving. maybe it’s best not to meet someone else like her. ( see: rotting from the inside out, sickening and putrid, death embodied! )
but then she sees him, and just like she didn’t know her plan, she doesn’t know how she knows it’s him either. maybe it’s the idle tug in her gut, the tap, tap, tap! at her bones. maybe it’s divine intervention. maybe she just has a knack for spotting the preternatural now that she has spent so much time in its midst. narrowed regard, wrinkled nose. he doesn’t look that bad. he doesn’t look great, but he doesn’t look as fall - off - the - bone as she had been expecting. if she hadn’t sought him out specifically, she never would have given him a second glance, but ------
❛ hey ------ ! hey, shaun of the dead! yeah, you got a minute? ❜
@zomboye
