Kay kay, I'll write. I've just been busy.

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How long has it been? Sigh, I can't really remember when it started. Five years ago maybe? Wow, time sure flies -- but like heck am I having any fun. I dashed from Portland to Seattle to Los Angeles, dodging hoards of undead humans while chasing after them at the same time. 

If you think about, zombies don't make much sense. If they're just dead humans, why would they want to eat their own flesh? If they're half-dead or something, wouldn't they be easily to kill? 

Ah well, that's beside the point. I don't want an answer. I hide in the closet of the laboratory. I have to gather information about the new rush of zombies. On whose athority? My own. I have to get back at that little traitor. I adjust my earpiece so it picks up the person's voice clearly.

He injects something into a rat, and mutters stuff about taking the power from Gared, Elliot, and Alexander. 

Part of me wants to join the person while the other part just wants to save the city. 

How about Jak? Spelled that way?

~Jak~

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! (Out of Charrie moment: I love doing long sequences of laughing.)

That worm Gared will pay for infecting me. And those other two- the world is mine!!

~Alexander~

Latest intel reports say that a mutant mouse is loose in LA. Yes, a mutant mouse. So, that is the weirdest problem I have had since I suspected Brooklyn is a zombie. What to do?

~Abby~

Ok, now I am running from a giant, multi-limbed mouse, with what looks like worms for fur. Were-

Oh my gosh. That giant zombie is heading for Gared!!!!!

I'll post soon. I'm not exactly sure what's going on, though. What charries are present near Scylla and Gared?

SEVERAL WEEKS LATER

~Gared~

So after I barely managed to escape that giant mouse, and have just managed to find Scylla. Scary, really, that someone can do that.

~Jak~

Test Subject 1 has succeeded. Test Subjects 2 and 3 to be launched.

~A Misty Dock In London, England`~

A man walks up to a hunched figure. The figure turns, and you catch a momentary glance of black hair and tanned skin. The man walks back, and the hunched figure follows

~Later, in a Hotel~

Two figures sat on a table. The gold rimmed china on which the food had been served were piled in the center, and a order had been sent for dessert: a piece of chocolate cake and a piece of cheesecake. The figures began to talk

“Well, Sir, you wanted to talk to me about… a trade agreement?” One voice said.

“Yes.” The next voice was firm, and more in command. “I want those cute little mice.”

“So, Elliot:” A new voice burst in. It was younger, and clearly overconfident. “You are buying mice now?”

“GAred,” Elliot said. “Jak, I am sorry, this will have to wait. Here.” He tossed a £50 note onto the table, threw a credit card to the waiter, and charged GAred.

Gared threw a dagger, which Elliot caught by the tip, and threw to the ground.

Jak grabbed the money from the table, and slipped into the fight. He tapped a water goblet to the wall, and a faint buzzing emerged from the entrance to the hotel.

“Ok,” Jak said as they ran. “Elliot, you know being my client means I will keep you alive ‘till I get the bill paid?”

“Oh,” Elliot replied. “Yes. Now let’s find Alexander. I hope you will change your mind. I believe we can retake the world, but only through a co-operation of organized crime, governments, and rebels.”

“Oh, I am sure.” Jak replied.

Scylla crouched on the roof of a building, turquoise eyes panning the streets. It had been weeks since she had last seen Gared, and although she wouldn't admit it to him when she saw him, she had been worried. With the events of late, anything could happen... even his death.

And then she saw him. He was unaware of her presence as he walked down the deserted alleyway. She waited until he was right below her before she leaped down, landing lightly in front of him. He jumped back, startled, hand reaching for his weapon. 

"Did you miss me?" she asked, grinning.

"Scylla!" he growled in answer. "Don't ever scare me like that again."

She smiled ruefully. "You must always be on your guard. I could've been anyone--even that idiot brother of yours. Where were you? I missed you."

"I was... holding off a mouse."

She snorted. "I've been dodging monsters and all kinds of demonic creatures left and right to find you, and all you can bring up is a mouse?"

"It was a big mouse," he offered weakly.

She kissed his cheek. "It doesn't matter, Gared. I'm just glad to see you again in one piece."

"You too," he mumbled.

She straightened, glancing once again at the streets. "Where to now? You're the boss," she prompted.

"We'll figure it out," was all he said.  

"Don't look now, but there's a zombie behind you," she muttered from the corner of her mouth. Suddenly she whipped out her rifle, hefting it on her shoulder, and fired at a point beyond Gared's shoulder. There was a sickly crunching of bones as the zombie was felled.

Scylla drew in a shuddering breath. Gared was surprised to see sobs shaking her shoulders. "I hate this," she whispered. "I hate this, I hate this, I hate this."

Gared slipped an arm around her. "I know," he murmured. "It'll all be over soon..."