Cursed Souls Blood, Brains & Rock'n'roll

Chapter 24 Awkward situation

Nightingales greeted the dawn. Their beautiful singing attracted other forest dwellers, and some of the birds dared to sing along. The forest was slowly waking up after a cold autumn night, during which a considerable number of representatives of the mouse nation had managed to suffer, as well as one owl, who in his sleep didn't notice an obstacle in front of him in the form of a tree. But such cases are not rare for the animal world, and therefore all living things continued to live, waiting for the new day. Animals looked at the majestic fireball rising above the crowns of trees with their little hearts stopping (the only animals who didn't look at this fireball were those who were sleeping after the last night shift).

The new day was spreading its wings and giving hope to all living creatures that they would live to see tonight. Of course, this hope is mostly illusory, but how nice it is to cling to such a hope and believe that nothing will happen to you, but the guy who drove past you on a rainy day and threw mud from the nearest puddle on you, will get what he deserves and won't come home for dinner.

Since ancient times, each new dawn meant victory over death for man. The hairy human ancestor rejoiced like crazy every time he saw the sun signifying the coming of a new day. And so, in honor of such victories of our ancestors, it would be worth every human being's time to think, at the beginning of his day, about what he was able to survive this night. Except for those who drank too much last night, overslept and are already late for work.

The only thing that didn't fit into the morning hymn to the victory of life over death was the gloomy hearse that drove leisurely down the highway, scaring away the animals that had woken up in the forest. And if we consider the fact that not all the passengers of the car could be called alive, then it was even more strange picture.

"Can we go faster?" Alan asked again.

"Brains..." Rob answered, staring at the road.

"He wouldn't understand like that." Alice turned from the front seat toward her brother, hidden in the darkness of the cabin. "Okay, dear brother, I'm going to repeat for the last time for especially gifted and talented individuals like you: we can't go any faster, because we don't have much gas left, and it will run out soon. And if we speed up, we'll run out of gas even faster."

"Apparently, Nana wasn't going to take a long trip after her death," Alan replied boredly.

"Alan!" Alice said judgmentally. "Couldn't you be a little nicer?"

"Brains?"
Alice glanced questioningly at Rob, reminding him of his strong accent.

"He's asking about Julia," Alan helped.

Alice looked at Julia.

Julia, who wasn't the quietest passenger on the hearse, enjoyed the privilege of studying the world around her through the small gap between the curtains on the hearse windows. The other passengers, due to the weakness of Simon's immune system against sunlight, were deprived of such a luxury.

"She's studying the wildlife carefully," Alice answered.

"Brains..." Rob calmed down and continued to watch the road.

There was a low moan, which then turned into an aggressive growl.

"Are you sure he's okay?" Alice asked, glancing at Will asleep in the seats.

"Brains..." Rob expressed concern.

Rob's concern (which remained an ephemeral "brains" to Alice) was due to Will's slightly atypical sleep behavior. Instead of the classic snoring and quiet barking, he was breathing rapidly and, judging by the erratic movements of his legs, was trying to get away from a huge rolled-up newspaper. Or from a mop.