Don't give glitter to a zombie

The chapel of the undead

I felt as if I was being carried, and that's why I haven't open my eyes yet, but what I could feel from my cut is that we where outside, and that what ever was carrying me was having a hard time with it, and was grumbling. We stop, I hear a door open and the warmer air from the inside rinse over my cut flesh, the person takes a step and closes the door, the proceeds to drop me on the floor, I land on my back with a grunt, then glare up at the son of a bitch who dropped me. He was an older man, long grey hair tied at his neck, his eyes where a grey that shot chills down my spine, his face seemed to have a permanent scowl as he sneered down at me, he had on long folds of heavy looking fabric and went bare foot, and he had some gnarly toenails. He stretched his back "Dam, your fat arse is heavy," he had a accent that sounded somewhere in Europe,
"Whatever Gramps, your old ass couldn't carry me at all," I bark, standing up and dusting my self off, we glare at each other for a solid minute before he looked away, grumbling again, giving me a chance to look around.
We were in what seemed to be a shack, with a work bench and a huge dirty rug,   I raise my eyebrows and look back at the old guy, "um, not that I didn't enjoy our little argument but were are we?" I ask ,then added "and why the hell did you kidnap me?!"
"Shut your trap, women," the guy grumbled, walking over to the rug, picking up one side and rolling it up, reveling a trap door, he opens it and holds it, expecting me to go down first ,

"Hold up," I say, he scowled , " if I go down that scary looking hole you promise not to try to kill me,"
"As much as I want to kill you, Z would have my head," the old man sighed, "now get your arse inside!"
I shrug and climb down the stairs.
I take the last step and look around, there was touches leading down a long passage way, the old guy walked ahead of me, I follow him, not wanting to get lost. We turn a corner and the old guy opens a door, pushed me though it and shut it loudly, waking up a man napping with a book over his face, "Anon, is....human..apples," the man, still half asleep mumbled, the old guy face palmed,
"Larry, where the hell is Z?" He growled, Larry shrugged and fell back to where he was sitting, then snapped his eyes open, "Oh, he said he was going to be in the study!"
"Finally, come on, girlie," The old guy shouted, pulling me along the corridors, till we where in front of a huge door, the old guy forced the door open and dragged me in.
Inside the room was huge bookshelves filled with books, a grand desk, and another man, he was tall, wearing a grey coat and a black vest, darker grey slacks, and slick black shoes covered in mud. From the angle I was in I could see unruly brown hair that pointed in every direction. The old man interrupted my A valuation, "Oi, Z, I brought the girl, can I finally go back to sleep?"
The man turned around with such swiftness it startles me and the old guy, the man took one look at me, grinned happily, a tackled me to the ground in a hug, "Your here! Your here! Your finally here!" He said in a southern accent, he laughed,
"Alright, you don't need to kill the girl again, get up," the old man said, pulling the guy off of me, then helping me up,
"Sorry about that," the man said, rubbing the back of his neck, his dull green eyes sparkling at me, "I'm just so exited to finally get to talk to you!"
"No problem man," I say , "trust me, I used to it,"
"Ah, your probably wounding what is happening," the man said, "allow me to introduce myself, my name is Brother Z, this is Anon, and we are from the Cathedral of the dead,"
"Ah, I'm-,"
"Marry Wiston, we know," Brother Z blurted,
"How do-"
"We were all told when you died," my eyes widen, "oh don't look so shocked, we're zombies too!"
"Whoa," I say, holding my head, "consider my mind blown,"
"Sorry for having Anonymous here grab you when you where sleeping, but I was to exited and would have made to much noise," Z said, giggling to himself, but stopped when he got hit upside the head,
"Don't fuckin tell her our names yet!" Anonymous scolded, "how do we know she won't sell us out to anyone?"
"Oh come on, we can trust her, from what we've seen nobody would believe her," Z countered ,then looked at me "no offense,"
"Non taken," I say, "wait, what you've seen?"
Z looked away, I could tell if he could blush he would be red as hell, Anonymous grumbled, "Z's been stalking you since you died,"
"Oh," I choke out, "huh, I thought that was one you my friends,"
Both men jumped, they looked at each other, then to me "what?"
"Marry," Z said carefully, putting a hand on my shoulder, "the twins you befriended, they are a danger to you, look-"
"What?" I say in disbelief, shoving his hand over, "look , I know they both can be creepy, but they can be sweet in their own way,"
"Look here girlie," Anonymous started, but I interrupted,
"And I don't take to kindly to people talking shit about my friends," I growl, I felt my hair move on its own again, the two men, now focused in on my reaction, Z lightly grabbed a piece of my hair, I watched as it wrapped around his hand,
"Wow, this is your ability!" He shouted,
"What?" I say, cooling down from my little outburst, after a few moments my hair went limp, but Z was still grinning, "wait, don't try switching the subject-"
"When you die and have the privilege of coming back to finish what you didn't  achieve ,you get an ability to help you achieve faster, normally they are made specifically for the task," Z explained, I raise an eyebrow,
"And having moving hair helps how?" I ask, holding the bit of hair that had been in his hand,
"Oh, it could be a lot of things, but it's just the beginning ability there's more to come in time,"
"Huh," I say, wow, cool powers to look forward to, I glance up, "what are you twos powers?"
"Oh I'll happily tell you!" Z said with a grin, "I have the power to bring people into dreams and to speak to them, and Anon-"
"I can fuckin teleport," Anonymous said with the first smile I'd seen out of him, but it disappeared in a flash.

This was so cool, I had so many questions, but that'll take more time then the night has to offer, "Hey, it was nice meeting you two and all but I should really get home, I have school in the morning so...."
Z's smile dropped, clearly disappointed, which was the opposite of Anonymous's reaction, which was a sigh of relief, Z opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself, "sure, I'll take you home,"
Z led me though the halls, leading me back to the stairs, and up the steps, he even held the trap door open for me, he then open the door of the shack to reveal the grave yard, foggy as ever.
Z walked though the fog in font of me, I follow closely behind, hoping not to get lost, when we made it to the gate, he easily squeezed though the bars, but I had more trouble, due to my hips and belly, which decided to make a surprise visit, but Z laughed it off, he opened the gate and let me though, "You should know your way now," Z said,
"Yeah, thanks for leading me back," I say with a chuckle , "and thanks for explaining stuff on the whole zombie thing,"
"Oh it's no problem, really," Z said, then surprised me with a hug, "your apart of the family now, so don't be a stranger," he pulls back,
"Sure," I say, then walk across the road to my house. I turn to wave, but Z was gone, but you could tell by the fog swirling he must have sprinted into the fog, I shrug and unlock the door, opening it and closing it as slowly as possible, trying to make zero to no sound at all, then tiptoed though the hall, only to stop at my dad's door, I heard two voices, one male and female, I shiver and rush past, then spot stepmom wasted on the couch with a bottle wine open beside her, she was hate sleep. I sigh and wrap a blanket around her, I proceeded down the hall to my room only to see smoke coming from Karen's room, at first I thought it was a fire, but then I smelled it, weed, again, pinching my noise I rush past and into my room.
I sit down on my bed, holding my head, this was a long night, and I need and deserve a full nights sleep, but I settle for what I have left, I lay down and slip away, hopping to wake up with less drama.