Chapter 75: Hope Versus Expectation

Chapter 75: Hope Versus Expectation

Food was brought out and served. Various people came up and introduced themselves and asked questions about where wed come from and where we were going. Well, they asked the others. After my faux pas, I was ignored.

I sank into the background, which I happened to be very good at, and hoped everyone would forget I was there (another of my great talents).

They didnt get many visitors and news of the outside world was hard to come by for them, so there was a lot of interest. The kids especially werent used to new people and shyly hung around the table as we ate.

You might think having an audience of zombers watching while you eat would be a bit off-putting, but even though they looked like monsters, their appearance quickly lost its shock value. The children in particular were hard to see as anything other than kids with an unfortunate affliction.

The food was quite good. It was like a mushroom stroganoff and pretty spicy. I finished in record time and would have licked the bowl clean if I hadnt felt self-conscious in front of the crowd.

That was really great, said Jenny. She didnt have the problems speaking to people that the rest of us had, and even had a zomber toddler sitting on her lap. Thank you.

Oh, dont mention it, said Jespert, all flustered by the attention of a pretty girl. It occurred to me that even if I couldnt have Jenny, she could still be a useful tool. Yes, a dickish thought, but better that than us all winding up dead. Evolution, after all, was built on the survival of the dickish.

More food was brought out and everyone else started eating too. Jespert picked up a large, grey mushroom.

This is a fungus we grow in the caves below the crypt. Its a staple of our diet and very versatile. You can even eat it raw. He took a bite out of it.

The fungus cap was about the size and shape of a human brain. Maybe thats where the eating brains thing came from. Then again, did people in this world even know what a human brain looked like? In any case, it was far more disturbing being able to see him chewing it through the holes in his cheek.

Now, said Jespert, I should tell you how to get to Dargot through the tunnels, but you probably want to rest. Perhaps I could speak with one of you while the others get some sleep. Is one of you the leader of the group?

Yes, I said. Her. I pointed at Claire.

Eh? said Claire.

Jespert showed us to a part of the crypt that was uninhabitedwell, not by the livingand left us to sort ourselves out while he went off with Claire and Maurice to explain how to get to Dargot.

There were a number of rooms, lined with shelves all filled with stone urns. I assumed they were full of ashes, but there were no name plaques or any other way to identify who was in there. The rooms also had beds. They were small cots with wooden frames and no mattresses, but they were certainly more comfortable than the ground.

Everyone gathered in one room and chatted away merrily. When things looked dire, attention was directed towards me, but when life returned to some semblance of normality, I was generally overlooked. Which was fine by me.

I slipped away and took up residence in a small room at the end of the passageway. It was covered in cobwebs and the urns in this room were cracked and broken. Human ash lay scattered here and there. Housekeeping had apparently missed a few spots.

Nobody would want to stay here, so I was sure they wouldnt mind if I claimed it.

There were two cots, one of which looked like it was about to fall apart. I took out a blanket and spread it out on the slightly less flimsy bed and stuck my bag underneath. I lay down facing the wall with my head resting on my arm, but even though I was tired I found it hard to sleep. Something was bothering me, but I couldnt quite put my finger on it.

Still, it was quiet and nobody bothered me, so eventually I drifted off. Dead people make the best roommates.

I dont know how long I dozed fornot very, I would guessbefore I felt a weight settle on the other end of the bed. Uh? I said without opening my eyes.

I get what youre saying, both of you, said Claire, but it wont necessarily be like that. It cant always end up with us having to fight for our lives.

It can and it will, I said. Theres always the chance things go your way, but you cant assume they will. You know what they say, expect the worst, but hope for a blow job.

Nobody says that, said Claire.

No? Must be just me, then.

There was a pause, but the weight on the end of my bed didnt move. Why did you tell him I was the leader?

Because if anything happens to me, youre going to have to take over. Best you get some practice in while you can.

Are you sure you didnt just fancy a nap?

Chance would be a fine thing, I said, yawning.

The bed rocked a little as Claire rose. She said something to Maurice I couldnt make out and their voices drifted away.

A few seconds later the weight returned.

Something else? I said, eyes still closed.

I never got a chance to thank you properly, said Jenny. Thank you. If theres something I can do for you in return, you only have to ask.

Beautiful girl wants to repay me for saving her life? Im sure you can all think of a number of ways for her to pay off the debt. Sure. Because it always feels good when you use extortion to get sex from a girl, right? I might hope for a blow job, but I wasnt going to ask for one.

Dont worry about it, I said. If a large, black man ever tries to rape me, just return the favour then.

Okay, will do. And thanks for healing me. The others wont talk about it so I guess you told them not to say anything. Dont worry, I wont say anything either. I dont know how you did it, but I think you probably saved my life. One day Ill pay you back, I promise.

I didnt say anything. There didnt feel like there was a need. I felt her rise.

By the way, I think youre right. It helps to expect the worst, means youre prepared at least. But even if things do go horribly wrong, I think its important to remember one thing. Theres always hope.

I opened my eyes and turned to look at her. She was standing in the doorway. She winked at me and then was gone.

What the fuck did that mean?

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