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[forthebothofus]

[Abeni remembered pain; a distinct sharp, burning sting in her abdomen from where the blade had driven in again and again. She remembered the fight, the way she and Zachariah had been ambushed, separated and how she had carried on while he fought his way back to her

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[helluvachin]

[Zachariah knows that voice. He knows that voice better than anyone, and when he hears it his heart just stops. There's no way this is possible but there's no mistaking it. That's Abeni. Didn't that one guy tell him that people come back from the dead here? Maybe that's what's going on. One way or another he has to find her. He needs to make sure.]

Abeni hold on!

[Whether she hears him or not he takes off in a full sprint towards the barracks and starts searching each and every floor for her.]

[forthebothofus]

[She doesn't hear him speak. She's already out in the hallway by then.

With swift but carefully quiet steps, Abeni treks down the hallway of the fourth floor, searching for someone or something that might explain what the hell is going on.

In her hand is a gun, six shots remaining, loaded and ready to fire.]

[helluvachin]

[It's about the fourth floor he starts running out of steam. Maybe he just imagined the voice. Abeni's dead and gone, there's no way she-

Then he sees her. He stops cold and just stares at her. If he wasn't so sure that she'd sock him in the face he'd run over there and hug her.]

A-Abeni?

[He just doesn't know what else to say. What can you say to some who's come back from the dead? Looking good?]

[forthebothofus]

[She freezes, weapon raised and pointed at him. For a brief moment surprise registers on her face, but it's gone in an instant and replaced with her usual serious look.]

Who are you.

[It's not a question, it's a demand. He looks like Zachariah, sounds similar but on both accounts is older than he should be. Was this their new game then? Find the one thing that mattered and fuck around with it for entertainment? And yet the look on his face was so damn familiar.]

[abstinentzombie]

[Well hey, Abeni. Meet Kloe, who is just walking down the hallway minding her business.

Until she spots the upset-looking lady covered in blood. Kloe stops quickly.]

Are you injured?

[She'd approached another person previously who looked injured and apparently wasn't, so she's not getting any closer than she has to.]

[forthebothofus]

[She'd heard Kloe approach before she'd seen her, but without a decent place to hide and watch, staying in the open had been the only choice.]

I'm fine.

[And the gun was still in her hand.]

Who are you?

[abstinentzombie]

[Oh, Kloe can see that gun all right. Great.]

Doctor Kloe Bishop. Who are you?

[forthebothofus]

[So now Deadworld was bringing Doctors into the mix. This only added to Abeni's confusion.]

That's not important. Where's the exit? I want out.

[kptn_sparrow]

[There is a pirate in the hallways, preoccupied with a large compass whose needle does not seem to point in the same direction always. He is trying to figure what the bedeviled object's problem is. It swings suddenly and he looks up, seeing a bloodied woman.

Not one that he's seen before on the Keep grounds either.]

Are you alright there?!

[forthebothofus]

[It's the raised voice and the odd clothes that make her grip her gun. No one had really asked her if she was alright in forever. Well, none but Zachariah, and he wasn't around.]

I'll be better when I get out of this shithole. What the fuck is going on?

[Jack earned himself a critical glare.]

[kptn_sparrow]

[He doesn't miss the grip on the odd gun there. His own hands are visible and away from his sword.

Why are there so many women using that word?]

Now, that question I would like an answer to myself. I don't rightly know.

[He's shifts side to side, looking at both her and beyond her, seeing if there's a body back there or not.]

What just happened, there with the- [he makes a gesture to her bloodied self.] ?

[forthebothofus]

[Abeni can't see any reason to lie, nor can she put the effort into coming up with something. She motions to her bloodied front, material torn in more than a few places.]

I was stabbed. [And more than once.] What is this place.

[She ain't asking. She's demanding.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Hello random woman in the hall. There is a giant, alien robot limping his way back to his room.]

[He only gives her a glance before making an attempt to pass her by.[

[forthebothofus]

[WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT. Abeni stares, side steps out of the way and raises her gun to point it straight at him.]

What are you?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He glances at her, his good optic barely giving the weapon a second's look. Human firearms became nothing but a minor annoyance a long time time ago.]

Tired.

[And cranky. Did he mention he was cranky? It's his naptime.]

[forthebothofus]

Oh real funny. You know what I mean.

[She's cranky too. And covered in her own blood but lacking an open wound.]