Becca's POV

Where are we going...?  What could be explained?  What IS there to explain?

I'm as clueless as you.

Ditto.

We walked for hours.  I should've been tired, my body aching, but...being a zombie had those perks of little pain.  I still would've given anything to be human again.

It was nighttime by the time we reached...wherever we were.  The female zombie looked back at me with a stern face.  "Y-You must go thr-through a test before we al-allow you in.  D-Don't worry, we d-do it to all n-new zombies."

I nodded.  Whatever was happening, I just wanted to get through it so I could search for....

I...can't....  Not anymore....

I sighed heavily as we went into a building.  It looked a lot like an abandoned factory.  Red-rusted steel machinery outside, faded bricks, FREAKING HUGE.

As we entered, another zombie who had been sitting stood up and walked over to us.  "A n-new one, eh?  Quite young, s-she is."  (Yoda, anyone?)

The female whispered something to him.  Unfortunately for her, I heard what she said, and I was baffled.  "She...m-might be the o-one.  She's l-lost her vocal c-cords.  Not m-many can't sp-speak."

He nodded, which was a little awkward since his neck muscles were very clearly decayed.  Eugh.

He led me into another room with fruit on one table and....  Oh, God!  Is that a human arm?!?!

Eugh.  Yes.

That's disgusting as crap.

A human arm on the other table....

There was a chair off to the side of the fruit table.  He sat in it.  "You m-must be hu-hungry.  Go a-ahead and eat wh-what you want."

I glanced at the arm and shivered.  Eat what I want?  Obviously I'd want the fruit.

I walked over to the table with the fruit.  There were 2 apples, fresh, and an orange, also fresh.  I dug into the orange, a little messily, to my embarrassment.

I heard a slight gasp from the man, but I ignored it and continued to eat.  It feels like forever since I'd eaten.

"That's im-impossible....  Any hu-hungry zombie would go str-straight for the a-arm, not th-the fruit...."

I finished my food and turned back to the zombie, staring.  He could clearly tell I was confused.  I also want to know...why isn't he eating it, then?

He stood up, determination on his face.  "Redemption...."  He whispered.  He left the room, leaving me with the arm.  I walked over to it in disgust.

If you're disgusted, why are you walking to it?

To get rid of it.  Eugh....

I picked it up in the cleanest spot possible and threw it in the corner at the far end of the room.  Eww....

After a few minutes, the man zombie returned with grim look on his face.  "C-Come.  The teller wi-wishes to see y-you."

Teller...?

Apparently.

Teller of what, though?

Beats me.

I nodded and followed him out of the room.  As we were exiting, another zombie speed-walked past us into the room.  I shivered as slurping sounds came from behind us.  Disgusting.

I followed behind him with my head down.  But...out of the corner of my eye, I saw shuffling feet and heard murmurs from the sides of the hall.  I only heard parts of them, unfortunately.

"Is sh-she..."

"She m-might be..."

"...save us fr-from..."

The shuffling followed us all the way into the main factory room where things would've been made had it been an active factory.  Sitting on one of the conveyor belts was the oldest zombie I'd ever seen.  I can't even described how he looked.  Imagine the most disgusting looking yet somehow functional zombie.  There ya go.

I could here him breathing heavily, like he was...about to die, for lack of a better term.  He looked at me with a smile on his face and spoke.  How he spoke caught me off guard because he spoke perfectly, with no stutter.  "She's the one?"

The zombie in front of me nodded and walked behind me.  I turned around and nearly freaked out.  There was a horde of zombies behind me.  I had to reminded myself I was also a zombie.

The "teller" coughed roughly, probably to get everyone's attention.  He then looked at me.  "Young one, will you sign me your name?"  He knows I can't speak?

I signed my name.  B.  E.  C.  C.  A.  He nodded.  "Becca...."  He spoke, like he was trying it on for size.  "Do you know...of a prophecy?"  I shook my head.  Prophecy?  What prophecy?

He sighed and closed his gray eyes.  When they opened, I yelped and jumped back.  They were blood red.  Suddenly, his voice changed.

(FORGIVE ME.  I SUCK AT PROPHECY MAKING.  DX)

A BEING WILL COME FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION

UNKNOWING OF THEIR ROLE, THEY WILL BE OUR REDEMPTION

YOUNG, SHARP, AND STRANGE THEY WILL BE

THEY WON'T COME ONE TIME, NOR TWO TIMES, BUT THREE

FIRST THEY WILL COME TO SAVE A GROUP OF FRIENDS

AND THEIR COMPANION WILL MEET AN UNTIMELY END

SECOND THEY WILL COME AND BE PREPARED

BUT THEY'LL BECOME ONE OF US, BECOME PAIRED

A HUMAN AND A ZOMBIE, YET NEITHER ALONE

THEY'LL BE WITHOUT SOUND, ONLY A MOAN

THEY WILL SAVE THEIR FRIENDS ONCE MORE

AND RETURN HOME UNCHANGED, FOREVERMORE

THIRD THEY WILL COME IN THEIR OWN WAY

THEY MADE THEIR RETURN AND HERE...THEY MIGHT STAY

THEY WILL HAVE A SMALL CHANCE AT SALVATION AT THE BEGINNING

BUT IN THE END, THEY'LL BE THE ONE WINNING

THE MAN WHO STARTED IT ALL WILL LOSE HIS LIFE

WITH A SINGLE THRUST OF A RUSTED KNIFE

THEY'LL END IT ALL...AT A DIRE COST

A LOVED ONE'S LIFE...FOREVER LOST

What...?

So let me get this straight.  You're from another dimension.  You didn't know of this supposed role.  Yet...you're gonna be their salvation?  You're young, ...sharp?  Strange...definitely.  Haha.  You'll come 3 times, I suppose.  You came at first to save the gang, and your sister died.

She's OK, now.  When she "died," she returned home.

OK, then.  But she did die.  This time you came prepared to go see the gang and figure out why you're back.  That ended badly because you got bit.  "Paired...."  So...you're not fully zombie?  You can't speak, either.  The gang must be in trouble because you need to save them again apparently.  And when you go home...you'll still be a zombie?  Third time...you come your own way?  And you might stay?  Salvation in the beginning, but in the end you'll be winning....  Does that mean you'll be fine?  The man who started it all must be Ross.  Rusted knife?

What scares me the most is the end.  "They'll end it all...at a dire cost, a loved one's life...forever lost...."

Who's the loved one?  A friend?  A family member?

Only time will tell.

The zombie had closed and opened his eyes again, which were back to their dull gray.  "Any normal zombie would attack a full human the moment they could sense them.  But...would you?"

I shrug.

"Then we should test this.  Go, Chella will take you to the White House.  It's only a few blocks (the street kind of blocks, not the Minecraft blocks) away.  There's a group in there."  I widened my eyes.  THE WHITE HOUSE?!?  WE'RE THAT CLOSE!?!

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around.  It was that female zombie from earlier.  Chella, huh?  Strange name.  "C-Come, Becca."

I nodded and followed her out of the room.

The last time I was there, they were preparing to up their defenses against zombies and...Ross....

Could I actually make it there alive...at least, as alive as I am?  If I completely die, would I also return home?

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I'M SO SORRY FOR LATENESS.

3 words and 2 sentences.  Writer's block.  Procrastination.

Ugh.  #Hateboth

Did I do good on prophecy?  Was it too straightforward?  >.<  I hope not.

Anyway, smash that vote button at hyper speeds, Hyperfans!

-Becca <3