Chupacabra (Eleven)

Chupacabra (Eleven)

A Chapter by Amanda
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Not in Emma's POV obviously

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T-Dog: Good idea. Maybe you'll see your chupacabra up there, too.
Rick Grimes: Chupacabra?
Dale Horvath: You never heard that story? First night in camp, Daryl tell us the whole thing reminds him of the time he went squirrel hunting and he saw a chupacabra.
Jimmy: [laughs]
Daryl Dixon: What are you braying at, jackass?
Jimmy: So, you believe in a bloodsucking dog?
Daryl Dixon: You believe in dead people walking around?



Death scowled. She was in a very bad mood, thank you very much. Lately she’d been low on clients, all thanks to the ‘corrections of himself’. Death hated Nature, he always had some way of pissing her off. Disaster and Death got along much better, of course. Even if Disaster was Nature’s cousin.

Anyway, back to the issue at hand.

Usually, Death had a few hundred thousand people on her doorstep, give or take a few thousand. On bad days, though, the number rarely lowered by more then 5,000. On good days, much to the disdain of Nature and pleasure of Disaster, the number rose by about ten thousand.

But now, it was all off kilter. Yes, people were dying. But those dead people came back to life. For every person that had done so, Death was only allowed to claim half of the dead, at least until they truly died again. So frustrating!

If only Nature could have been happy the way he was. But NO. That m**********r had reset himself so he could feel more comfortable. And he’d done it the best way he could figure. Nature created a virus to balance all of that unbalance out. And then, just to mock her, he made it so she got less than what she needed. He claims it is to help his process, but she knew better.

Death walked along the stone hallways, her heels clicking and her dress swaying. Opening the door, she grinned at Disaster. He grinned back and eagerly waved her over. “You’re looking good,” she observed.

“What can I say? Dead rising is disaster, and that’s my middle name,” they laughed and he nudged her shoulder, “Just kidding….it’s my first.”

“So why’d you call me down here?” She asked, hopping up on the table and crossing her legs.

His face turned serious. “It’s about Nature,” Death rolled her eyes. “No, seriously. Nature is wiping himself out, he just doesn’t know it. He’s…there’s too much disaster.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“I mean…there’s a certain point where even I won’t be able to control this situation. And that point is quickly approaching. The dead outnumber the living, that was always a fact. But now the dead are beginning to outnumber life.”

“Wait, so…?”

“Yep,” he nodded. “This thing is getting out of hand. Somebody’s going down, the question is not if, but when.”

 “And you think Nature is going to be the one who falls?” Death questioned, arching an eyebrow.

Disaster shrugged. “I’m not saying anything…but if Nature falls…all will be lost. Of that I am sure.”

Death sat, swinging her legs thoughtfully for a minute. “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of a few…”

“I’m afraid that Nature won’t see it that way.”

“Well, then all hope is lost, is it not?” She looked at him, confusion lining her pout. Disaster looked at her regretfully.

“There might be something we can do…”

“We?” She inquired, even though she knew that Death and Disaster would always stick together, no matter what.

“Oui,” he confirmed, and she shook her head, sighing.

Today had definitely turned out to be a bad day.


© 2012 Amanda


Author's Note

Amanda
That quote up there is from The Walking Dead, season 2 episode titled Chupacabra. BTW I love Daryl Dixon <3

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i'm still mad at you. but good write.

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ooooh! i like this chapter. Very cryptic

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