"Greenfield is a killed or be killed kind of place, you gotta be ready or next thing you know, you'll be the next victim."
Greenfield was once a happy, peaceful place, but one small incident and the town takes a turn for the worst.
Demons, ghouls, v...
With hopes to get away from the dangerous infected, Christina quickly planned a trip to Boo York with Tom. Tom was just adjusting to life in the underworld, not that he had a problem with leaving as he knew it was for safety.
Tom didn't have much to pack, as we he got there, he only had his clothes and phone that was now dead, but Christina seemed to have half of her den packed in a large cloth that was tied when full.
"Uh, are you sure that you need all of that, Christina?" Tom asked, fiddling with his phone in his torn pocket. By now, his clothes were close to completely damaged, and he was in need of new ones, but he assumed Christina didn't own any male clothing.
"Yes, I've collected all of this over my years of being here, I can't just leave them behind," Christina finally answers, looking up at Tom for little then continuing her packing. After a few minuets of her straight stuffing items in her cloth, she tied it up and threw all three of them over her shoulder, standing up and walking over to Tom who was growing impatient.
"Finally done?" Tom asked and Christina responded with a nod.
"Let's go, we have a long, long trip," Christina told him, starting towards the door. Tom followed, taking one last look at the den before exiting after Christina. They walked along the cave walls until they reached a some kind of field. It was outside of the cave, and the sky was a scarlet red with marshmallow textured orange clouds.
The trees were black and dead, and the grass was slowly transitioning to a dead color as well.
Over to the left of the cave exit was a black horse that wore a golded saddle and had golden mane as well. His saddle was linked to a small, slightly damaged carriage that was made out of wood with small pillows as cushions to sit on.
"This is Pharaoh. He's gonna take us to the city," Christina introduced the magistcal horse to Tom, walking up to it and running her fingers through his mane.
She took some of the bloody goods out of her plastic bag and held it up to the horse's muzzle, letting it eat the meat out of her hand.
"Hopefully he doesn't get tired, it's a really long trip and we may have to make a few stops to feed him," Christina said, turning to Tom, "if that's okay with you."
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Tom nodded, walking over to the carriage and slowly slipping inside, setting himself on one of the cushions.
Christina petted Pharaoh one last time before getting inside the carriage and sitting beside Tom, shouting something in a foreign language to let Pharaoh know it was time to leave.
Tom watched the cave slowly fade into the distance as they grew farther and farther from it, wondering how everyone else was gonna survive with the the infected invading the cave.
"So, that cave isn't the city?" Tom asked, confused.
"No, it's where all the newly undead people stay until they're ready to explore the actual underworld. The basically just an entrance into the underworld, except now anyone now and anyone still in there has a chance of dying for good," Christina explained.
