“You know, it’s your fault we’re dead,” Tom said to Mary. They were both sitting on top of a pair of rusty garbage cans with their feet dangling in front of them. It was the middle of the day and the sun shone in near the edges of the dirt strewn alley way.
“How so?” she asked sceptically, her feet making a rhythmic thumping sound against the tin can as she swung them back and forth.
“Well, if you hadn’t walked into the alley—“
“If I hadn’t walked into the alley,” Mary cut in. “Then that man would have died.”
“So,” Tom grumbled. “At least we’d still be alive.”
“God! You are such a jerk Tom; you could at least pretend to care.”
“Well I did, until he took off on us.”
“You would have too, if you had zombies chasing after you.”
“I would have at least stayed to make sure my rescuers were fine and you know, thank them.”
“Oh shut up and stop complaining!” Mary cried out in exasperation.
“Stop complaining? Mary we are stuck, dead, in a dark damp alley with no way to leave until our murder is solved and you want me to stop complaining?” Tom got up from his garbage can and walked over to the edge of the street. A few cars drove by, slowing to peek down the alley, and then sped off again. People walked down the street carrying parcels and bags from the various shops lining either side of the road. Most of these people crossed to the other side of the street when they came near to the alley, but a couple of teenagers stood near the entrance.
“You know,” one guy said, putting his arm around the shoulders of the girl next to him. “I bet the bodies are still there.”
“B-bodies? What bodies?”The girl looked down the alley and then back to her companion.
“You didn’t hear?” he asked. The girl shook her head.
“Well apparently some idiots were fooling around in here last night and out of nowhere some psycho killer cornered them and murdered them.”
“Oh my god! That’s terrible,” the girl’s face whitened and she clung to her companion.
“Apparently they were beaten so bad that it was almost impossible to recognize their bodies.” He looked nervously into the alley.
“Do you know who they were?” the girl asked.
“Uhm...I think the guy was called Tom and the girl was Mary or something.” The girl’s hand flew up to her mouth and her eyes widened.
“They went to my school.”She grabbed her companion’s arm and pulled him away from the alley. “Let’s go. I think I’m going to be sick.”
Tom shrunk farther back into the alley and turned to Mary.
“Did you hear that? It’s ridiculous, people are already starting to gossip. Still think I should stop complaining?”
“Yes, I do think you should stop. We’re dead and it’s my fault, I get that. But complaining about it isn’t going to help much. It’ll just make things worse.”
“Worse than an eternity spent trapped in an alley?”
“Not an eternity, just until someone solves our murder.”
“Exactly! How’s someone going to solve a murder committed by zombies? Especially since everyone already thinks we were attacked by a psycho killer.” Tom demanded.
“We leave a trail, find someone who can help us,” Mary said.
“How?”
“You weren’t listening to him, were you?” Mary asked.
“Listening to who?”
“That man, the one who came to us right after we...uhh...you know died.”
“Oh, you mean the guy who called himself the angel of death?” Tom asked. “Yah, no I didn’t hear a word he said. I was too busy staring at that giant axe he was carrying and hoping he wasn’t going to chop my head off.”
“Uhmm...right. Well anyways, he said that it was only during the day that we were to be trapped in here and that when night fell we would be free to roam around at will.”
“And what happens if we aren’t back by morning?”
“We end up back here again.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that,” Mary nodded in agreement.
“And as for laying a trail, how do we do that. I mean, we’re insubstantial, it’s not like we can walk up to the first police officer we see and say: Hey we’re dead. A couple of zombies attacked us and ate our brains and now we need your help to move on. Yah, that’ll work out just great,” he said.
“You are such an idiot!” Mary snapped.
“Sorry,” he said unconvincingly. “But I don’t think your plan’s going to work.”
“That shows how little you know,” she sneered. “If you had been listening you would know that there are ways in which we can contact the living. You know, send them messages. Not obvious ones, of course, but small clues to lead them on the right track.”
“And how’s that supposed to help us?”
“Well, we just have to find the right person.”
“Oh yah, how are we going to do that?”
“Don’t worry, I have someone in mind.”
“Who?” Tom asked.
“You’ll see,” she smiled.
“Well, isn’t that just reassuring,” he mumbled.
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