Sunday resurrections...not THAT one!!
Someone .... or something... has returned from the grave. Is it you? Or someone you love? Or perhaps -- the start of the zombie apocalypse. Either way, you'd best figure out what to do about that little problem. For resurrections lasting more than four hours, consult your doctor.
Make a post with the RP tag and see if you can dig up some allies.
"I'm not hallucinating."
"No."
"I'm not on drugs."
"That counts as hallucinating, Marce."
"I wasn't zapped into another dimension where you never died."
"Definitely not."
"And it's not the start of the zombie apocalypse?"
"Last time I checked, no."
Marce blinks at the seemingly reanimated woman in front of her. If it wasn't for the face and the voice, she would have sworn that it was an impostor. But no one else in her life ever wore her hair like a bob in that way, or had such an easy way of talking.
"No really, Yvette. How did you come back from the dead? I mean, we didn't find your body after you disappeared, but there's no way you could have survived being taken captive," Marce tries again.
"Says the one who has been taken for dead," the taller woman replies with a skeletal grin. She wipes the last stains of dried blood off her hair, shakes her joints and sits on the floor. "But then again, you never died so you wouldn't get the feeling."
The attorney winces as she paces the hall. "The kids can't see you. Emil would have a heart attack if he comes home and finds you here," she mutters. She is unsure what to do, so she settles for motioning for Yvette to follow her. "Come on, let's take a walk."
"To where?" Yvette asks, getting up.
"To someone who can help us figure out what really happened to you," Marce says, stepping out of her house.
Make a post with the RP tag and see if you can dig up some allies.
"I'm not hallucinating."
"No."
"I'm not on drugs."
"That counts as hallucinating, Marce."
"I wasn't zapped into another dimension where you never died."
"Definitely not."
"And it's not the start of the zombie apocalypse?"
"Last time I checked, no."
Marce blinks at the seemingly reanimated woman in front of her. If it wasn't for the face and the voice, she would have sworn that it was an impostor. But no one else in her life ever wore her hair like a bob in that way, or had such an easy way of talking.
"No really, Yvette. How did you come back from the dead? I mean, we didn't find your body after you disappeared, but there's no way you could have survived being taken captive," Marce tries again.
"Says the one who has been taken for dead," the taller woman replies with a skeletal grin. She wipes the last stains of dried blood off her hair, shakes her joints and sits on the floor. "But then again, you never died so you wouldn't get the feeling."
The attorney winces as she paces the hall. "The kids can't see you. Emil would have a heart attack if he comes home and finds you here," she mutters. She is unsure what to do, so she settles for motioning for Yvette to follow her. "Come on, let's take a walk."
"To where?" Yvette asks, getting up.
"To someone who can help us figure out what really happened to you," Marce says, stepping out of her house.