Recollection

thirteen| zombies

Maribou State - Tongue (feat. Holly Walker)

A whole week passed since I kidnapped and killed the three completely incompetent guards who worked under Flynn's commands. The Rubrum Mortem would relocate to Queens by the end of the week.

Drystan put extra guards in disguise patrolling around the orphanage in Brooklyn.

Flynn Samson Miller could be described as resentful and vindictive. He was one of those people who could hold a grudge for his whole life. Yes, the Rubrum Mortem was always relocating and never stayed in the same place for longer than a month. Sometimes he changed locations within weeks.

But I knew him. Me, being dead hit a nerve. Him, not being able to control me with his serum wasn't something he simply could move on from and simply forget. He was spiteful and just like his guards' incompetent– yet predictable.

I knew he would be back in New York, but my only mistake was that I didn't estimate so soon after my death. Only three months had passed.

When I saw the guards, I knew I could get information out of them and also erase some names from my hit list. Kill two birds with one stone.

Immediately called Leone to get the rest of the Lionesses in New York. We had to get in and get out undetected. There was someone I needed to see. Someone I had to try and talk to.

Waiting at the airport for the girls to land. Akari, Daimo, and Vianya were on a mission in Atlanta to take down an old trafficking ring. Which left Keiko, Leone, Verena and–

My favorite pink ball of fur

–Maisy.

I kept my eyes down as the crowd swirled around me, bodies rushing by in a constant stream. My baseball cap was pulled low, casting a shadow over my face. The hoodie, black and oversized, hid the shape of my frame, while the scarf around my neck and sunglasses covering my eyes completed my disguise. Even in the chaos of the terminal, with families reuniting and strangers rushing for connecting flights, I couldn't be too careful. I couldn't be recognized.

JFK Airport. Not my favorite place to be, but it was the closest to Brooklyn, and, more importantly, the safest option for the team. That was what mattered now.

I scanned the crowd, looking for Maisy, Keiko, Leone, and Verena. They should've been landing any minute now. Every few seconds, I checked my phone–no texts, no updates. Time seemed to crawl. In moments like these, I hated the waiting more than anything else. It gave me too much time to think, too much time to remember and overthink.

I felt a prickle of awareness, that shift in energy when someone's close. My muscles tensed automatically, but then I heard it–the sound of high-heeled boots clacking against the tile floor.

"There you are," came a familiar voice, low and full of quiet confidence. I turned to see Verena walking toward me, her long coat flowing behind her like a shadow. Beside her, Maisy kept pace, her hands shoved into her jacket pockets, eyes scanning the crowd like she couldn't help but size up every potential threat in the vicinity. Keiko walked behind them, her usual detached expression was intact, and Leone—well, Leone had that small, half-smile on her face as this whole thing amused her.