That
would be annoying. A spirit could become very angry to find itself
trapped in a body. Very angry indeed. No telling what a spirit might
do if it was as angry as that.
“No, mate.
I wouldn't make threats. Not in front of these people. They've been
pretty good to us, all in all. It wasn't their fault we became what
we did.”
It wasn't
our fault either.
“No, I'm
not saying it was.” Dill momentarily wondered if their
game-playing, pizza-eating, dope-smoking lifestyle was a contributory
factor but discarded the thought. “But these people didn't have to
take us in, did they? They could have just left us to rot. Quite
literally, as it happens.”
No they
couldn't. You heard him pontificate about keeping the supernatural
weirdos a secret from the general population. They were duty bound to
help us so that's what they did.
“They were
duty bound to deal with us, not necessarily help us.” Dill opened
another browser tab and pulled a search on zombies in Laverstone.
There were less reports than he was expecting, but there was a news
bulletin about a lunatic in Wells who'd bitten off his wife's nose
and eaten it. On a related note, there were several notes referring
to unexplained deaths and a house fire which had claimed the lives of
three souls. “Look. They could easily have decided to top us
instead,”
But they
didn't, thanks to the interference of that Julie woman, and they
killed her for it.
I don't
think they meant to. It was some sort of accident, they said.
And I bet
they claim us being stuck inside this lump of plasticine is an
accident as well.
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