( Credit to @Grinning_Greaser for writing this! )
Dahae sat by herself on her bed. On many days, she would spend about ten minutes in the morning to adjust to the day, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. On this day in particular, however, she had spent about ten hours in mourning to adjust to her whole life. Her eyes ached from how she had spent her whole night up, and her throat felt scratching from grumbling and whispering to herself about how everything was fine. For a couple moments, she found herself to be comfortable in silence. The Altalar was up and about, committing to her whole day as she normally could with her mind clear of the past. Surely, there'd be no reason to think about everything in a world where people do so much worse and experience so much worse. As she had gotten to the Regalisch market, she happily browsed all of the foods that had been picked ripe for harvest not a week ago, but were already unfortunately cold. She gazed up at the merchant to inquire of food.
Alas, she only got a gurgle in response.
The merchant was Suzume. With her chest hollow and her eyes bloodshot, she only gazed at Dahae in a deathly silence as her skin progressively paled. Once it become a white hue almost equivalent to that of the snow around her, she let out a harrowing shriek of familiar words and points of an argument that were had only days ago. She, despite being dead, had not forgotten what she experienced. The Altalar spun about and ran for the nearest guard, going to tug at their arm in hopes of aid as she began to hyperventilate.
Alas, she only got a gurgle in response.
The guard was Suzume. With her chest hollow and her eyes bloodshot, she only frowned and wept in a harrowing array of chokes and gulps. She drew out a dagger, aiming it at Dahae. In a panic, she spun about to try and run, screaming to the crowd of the undead before her that all were bearing a stab to their heart of the Chien'Ji. They all came too close, bearing a dagger of their own. Their bodies would stretch and warp, turning into the shape of a tree that were produced of flesh and bodies that were murdered unfairly for the sole reason that an argument had gone wrong. As the rotten creature shrieked, it swiped out for Dahae, striking her right on the ribs.
Alas, she could only give a gurgle in response.
With a shriek, Dahae jumped off of her bed and writhed upon the floor, weeping grotesquely to herself without regards to how clean she or her sheets were. In the small time she had been asleep, she had spent a long time in a nightmare that were more horrifying than anything she could possibly think of. The sun was up, but unlike every other man who counted how much time he could spend in his day, she would count how much time she would have left until it were night. She wasn't going to let herself be fed to that monster again. Not if she could help it.
This is going to be a long week.
(Those who might be interested: @Vegemiite, @nightingalesweet, @Lumiess, @TotallyNotRice, @Khemostar, @Eremophobia, @HobblingHobbit )
