Another Clichè Zombie Story ... or is it? :3

Chapter Funf ... argh, I give up!

Zeggadia's POV

The two humans, Phil and Dale, stand at the back of the room, hands clasped tightly together. The look of them, so fragile and frightened, makes me smile sadly. I used to be like that. I used to be small and frightened, in a room that resembles a prison cell, wondering if I can trust the person before me. Phil and Dale assume that I am a 'zombie', much like the creatures that are supposed to be our brethren. However, I am what my kind and I call night walkers.

"Come," I say.

Dale shrinks back against Phil. I've been studying this girl since I arrived here. She's a formidable killer, never shrinking back in fear. She's faced a large amount of zombies, and fought through. She has an odd sense of humour, too. She even talks to herself at times. And she takes pride in her appearance. Her short black hair is straight, though I know that's natural. Her tanned face is always clean, as are her clothes. And her clothes are always of good style.

This girl would make an excellent ally. "Where to?" She snaps.

"To ..." I glance over my shoulder at Jaquris, one of the other Councillors. There are about seven here. The night walker nods. I turn back to answer Phil. "To meet the others. We'll tell you what's going on."

She turns her head to the side to regard me. I must take note of that strange notion. I know that is something a bird does when trying to get a good look at something. It seems Phil is doing this to prove her scepticism. I can tell she doesn't really trust me. And she's being cautious. That's good. Her mind operates best when she's being cautious.

After a while, she walks toward me, bringing Dale with her. I say nothing and stand aside so she can walk out of the room. Jaquris hands over two coats. Phil takes one and sniffs it, glancing at me with an eyebrow raised.

"What's this for?" She asks.

I suppress a smile. She sniffed the coat. "It's to keep you warm," I tell her.

Dale puts his on, watching me. "Why would we need to keep warm?" He asks.

Dale has a pleasantly deep voice, and his accent is slightly different to Phil's. Her accent is strong, but also with a slight touch that suggests she's travelled a lot. Dale has a light accent that tells me he's grown up in one place his whole life. I can relate to him, then.

"Where we're going will be quite cold," I inform him.

Phil hands the coat back to Jaquris. "I'm not wearing that," she declares.

Jaquris gives me an inquiring glance. I shake my head and turn to Phil. "You'll want it," I insist. "I suggest you take it."

"Why don't you two have one?" Phil looks at both Jaquris and I.

"We don't feel the cold like you do," Jaquris says softly.

Phil regards us closely, and then lifts her chin defiantly. "I'm still not wearing that," she snaps.

Jaquris shakes her head. "You will get cold," she presses.

Phil says nothing, and grabs Dale's hand. I sigh and give Jaquris a pained look. She stares back at me unblinking. She'll give me a hard time about this later. But then again, Phil is very stubborn. And she's frightened. Of course she's not going to trust us.

We walk along a corridor dimly lit with lamps for the human's benefits, and then into a large room where the other Councillors are situated. As I open the door to walk in, six heads turn as one to watch as I bring Phil and Dale in. Jaquris walks in behind Dale and closes the door. This room gets extremely cold during the day, and it's been getting colder over the past few days, too. The season is changing to winter, I know it is.