The woman stared at me for a few moments, a look of utter despair on her face. Then she fell to her knees and let out a high-pitch wail, making the other two men, who had finally succeeded in lifting the cart, jump and turn to face her in alarm.
"No!" she screeched, "No, no, no! It can't be! I don't want it, I don't want it!" she raised her head, pale blue eyes swimming with tears, "You can't be dead, you can't be, you're real, you have to be! Please, you have to be real!"
She reached towards me, trying to find something solid to seize. Her hand went straight through my leg as if I were nothing but air.
This only made the woman crumple in on herself and cry harder.
One of the men, a tall stocky individual with bright yellow hair, stepped over to the woman and put an arm around her shoulder:
"Elorie, what's wrong? What have you seen? Is something wrong?"
Oh no, nothing's wrong, she's just spent the past few minutes yelling at an undead mercenary. Not like that's anything remotely odd.
The woman, Elorie, raised her head, pretty face streaked with tears and stared at the man.
"It's happening again." she whimpered, "I've seen something that shouldn't be there. Oh Jared, it's starting again. I'm Seeing things again!"
Jared gawked, his eyes popping out of his head in alarm and looked about wildly. I smiled sardonically and waved my hand in front of his face. He didn't blink, but Elorie suddenly screamed at me:
"Don't do that! Please don't do that! Just go away why don't you, just go away! You aren't real, you can't be real! Why are you even here?"
I was about to ask you the same thing.
By now Elorie's screaming had attracted the attention of her other two companions. The second man, this one darker and slimmer than his friend, supporting a slimline red-haired woman who looked distinctly bruised from being trapped under the wagon. They stared in shock as Elorie sobbed into ashen-faced Jared's shoulder. I stood opposite, just as confused. The near-silence was so tangible I could almost smell it.
Then, finally, Elorie stopped crying and turned to her friends.
"It's happening again," she said in a choked whisper, "I thought it was over now but it's happened again. I can see a man standing there, he's tall with dark skin and black hair. His eyes are a wierd shade of greenish-brown. And he's dead."
Thanks for the newsflash, now tell me something I don't already know.