Friday, September 21, 2012

Episode Thirty-four of Lilith's Escape


He awoke to someone licking his face…someone with a fishy breath. Opening his eyes, Edward was shocked and somewhat disoriented, to say the least, to find his cat on his chest. “What the bloody hell is going on?”

He sat up so quickly that Lizzie let out a hiss and jumped off the bed. Lifting her tail high, she sauntered from the room. He was back home and in his bed. How?
Were the events of the past few days just a dream? A bad dream caused by the hit men running the taxi off the road?
 “But it seemed so real…she seemed so…he remembered the feel of her skin… “Lilith,” he muttered to himself.
He climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts and that’s when he noticed the blood spots that were still on the rug. Someone had tried to clean up the blood, probably the cleaning lady. So the attack by the zombie was real, but…where was she. His heart sank in his chest. He had fallen in love with this woman, but he was afraid that she had left him behind, after all.

The sound of breaking glass pulled him back to the present and he grabbed his gun from the bedside table. He wondered if it was another zombie attack as he inched his way towards the kitchen.
 He held the gun tightly in his hand and entered the room. It took a few seconds for the scene before him to register on his mind, but when it did, he began to laugh.
“I’m not sure if this is what the little beast needs, but I made quite a mess for you,” Lilith said. She was sitting on the kitchen floor near the puddle of spilt milk which flowed from the broken bottle. Lizzie sat in her lap licking her milk covered paw.


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    1. I needed to make it light before the battle starts. It was great seeing you at the meeting:)