Nimph stood on the rooftop. Searching the ground for anything unusual. Her hair played across her face, in a light breeze. “Hello Kira”, she said, without turning. Kira moved into her line of vision. “Why do you always spoil the surprise”, said Kira with annoyance? “It’s not a surprise if I know you’re there”. Kira shrugged, “Why are you here anyway”, Nymph enquired? “As you probably know,”
“Yes”, Nymph nodded.
“Tomorrow we are supposed to be warding off an angry hoard of Zombies, so I just wanted to say, good luck.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, how many times do I have to tell you?”
“Only twice,” she said. Kira could detect a hint of good humour in her words. Nymph nodded goodbye and Kira was carried on the wind, off the roof and out of her vision where she could be seen no longer nymph jumped and flipped of the roof and through her open window. She got dressed and slowly put her heads together on con tacked a cocoon of ice spread along her body. She fell asleep and dreamed of the fight, which was to come.
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