Day 5:

“Five attacks in two days.  One dead, three bitten, three injured.”

“Good morning to you as well, Rianne.”

“What’s going on?”

“It would seem that the zombies are trying to breach the wall.”

“But why?”

“Perhaps they wish to return some library books.  If they took any out the last time they breached the wall, they would be nearly fifteen years overdue.”

“Jokes now?  People are dying and we’re just going to continue on with the sarcasm and word games.”

“Of course we’re going to continue on.  What alternative is there?”

“You could tell me what it is about the zombies that we’ve been dancing around for three days.  You knew these attacks were coming.”

“I did.”

“And you want me to stop them.”

“…I do.”

“Then at least tell me why they’re happening.”

“I can’t.”

“You won’t!  You won’t tell me because you just love these stupid games.  Because you don’t care about helping anyone on the wall.  Because nobody ever hugged you as a child.  Because…”


“…Because you’re bound and would have to bind me if you did.”

“Very good, but it goes a step further than that.  I will be forced to bind you if I so much as think that you have figured it out.  So this is the last that we shall discuss this.”

“So I’m just supposed to play dumb then?”

“God no.  I can barely tolerate you when you aren’t ‘playing.’  You are to be as clever as you can be.  But if your self-confidence demands someone pat you on the back for what you figure out, you’re going to have to find someone else to do it.”

“Then I’m allowed to tell someone else about what goes on here?”

“Of course not.”

The End

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