Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (VLD)

"I Beg Your Pardon?"

No One's POV

While Allura believed she had come to a small understanding of Keith Kogane's mysterious persona, she felt wronged and so very much offended all ties between Lance McClain and her sister Pidge Holt were completely severed after the night of the ball. The Why seemed to elude her for only a second until Pidge received a letter from Mr. McClain informing her of his doings. 

Apparently, Mr. Kogane had persuaded Mr. McClain that Pidge was believed to be indifferent. In turn Mr. McClain served ties with Pidge. 

"You must in listen to what this letter says." Allura told her sister Pidge.

"He called me indifferent."

"You are not." Allura insisted, "You are just a shy and at times, when comfortable, annoying, smart, and well-trained woman. If Mr. McClain cannot see that then forget him. You'll find someone better."

"I appreciate your encouragements, but I find it hard to believe I could find anyone as funny and goofy as Mr. McClain." Pidge said before she fled from their garden to their bedroom. 

Allura didn't know what else to do or so she turned to someone who might possibly understand the problems and dilemmas caused by the hand of Mr. Kogane, Lotor.

"I'm delighted that you asked for me to join you on a stroll." Lotor began, "However is your mother not concerned given the state of the world?"

"Yes, but my father will ease her. After all he trained us well. We can slay zombies without problem."

"So, I hear. But have you ever thought of a world were zombies, the exiled could coexist with us?"

Allura was shocked by this question. It was not just weird but a little odd. "No, not really. They eat brains."

"Yes, but I have discovered something." Lotor began, "Let me show you." Lotor said as he stuck his hand out to hers. Alura was hesitant but as Lotor insisted she couldn't help but trust him.

Lotor and her walked to a desolate town just outside of the Garrison. Platt city it was it was called. It looked desolate now. All the buildings torn and crumbling. 

Lotor and Allura walked over to a nearby hill as they observed a hoard of zombies in the city. Only something was different about these zombies. They seemed almost human like. They looked zombie like but the walked like humans, though none of them talked they acted like people.

"You, see?"

"I see silent zombies."

"That's because they haven't eaten human-like brains." Lotor began, "Upon eating human-like brains they begin to crave it more but eating brains that of animals keeps that sense dormant."

"That's interesting." Allura said.

"Because of this we can actually coexist with zombies." Allura understood Lotor was fascinated with zombies, but she was not. They had attacked her home, her family, her planet. She wasn't side of the zombies. 

"Lotor, that's an interesting dream but, I just don't believe it's realistic."

"It could be."

"How?"

"Your friend. Sir Griffon. He knows people. He knows Krolia. Perhaps he could get me a meeting."

Allura knew it was not a good idea yet for Lotor she asked Griffon.

For this meeting Allura was already regretting, Griffon had shuttled an aircraft to the Balmera to the Blade of Marmora to speak with Krolia. 

A table was set in a giant dining room like court room. Long tables with thousands of chairs. But a small table in the center. At the small table were five seats which confused Allura. By her count there would only need to be four chairs. One for Ms. Krolia, another for Sir Griffon and two more for her and Lotor.