I look her up and down gaze narrowed as I thought before replying " I'm sorry I don't know who you are"

She crosses her arms as she spoke " It's me! Celia!"

Then it hit me. How was she alive!? Of course it was her, what child 14 at the oldest had tattoos. " How are you here?" I question, Baffled

She unsheathed her sword holding it to my chin as she gestured in a derection and we began walking as she spoke. " You remeber the univere I was from yes?" I gave a nod and she went on " well it's time for you to go through that same place" She shoved me onwards before continuing "I killed my parents by pushing them into roamers because you decided I needed some dark secret" She hollered before knocking my feet from underneath me causing me to land with a thud.

"You wernt the only character I made for that Roleplay yknow" I grumbled sitting up gazing at a large ship my gaze widened as I watched two large irish wold hounds racing across the deck with a young boy in tow

" Griffin?" I breathed before getting to my feet as Celia brought me on board

I turned to look back to the dock baffled to see a village from the 1800's

But what was worse was people were being torn apart by Zombies!

And thats when I was shoved off I turned to look back but Celia was already lifting the board which I tumbled off of. " Wait! Celia, Griffin!" The shout drew the attention of the Zombies I scrambled to my feet and took off running only to find myself cornered.

One of the zombies grabbed a hold of me and bit down on my arm tearing a chunck of flesh out fausing me to cry out fumbling in my pocket I grabbed the switchblade and stabbed it through the head gazing around the alley I saw a ladder and quickly took to scrambling up it but upon being half way up It fell down into a pack of the zombies and I was ripped apart.