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

Chapter Gyaraha ... It's actually pronounced Gyida

Unknown POV

The night walkers that tried to rebel are being squandered by her forces. The only one that has been shoved into the prison boxes with me, surprisingly, is a young woman that she claims has ties with a rebel on the other land we're heading to. I've tried to speak to her the last five days we've been travelling, but she hasn't said anything. Just sat in the corner of her cell, eating the food given to her and drinking the water, but saying nothing.

She ... the bitch Hexazitry, has been coming in and cutting the poor girl up every few hours or so for information. Of course the girl has said nothing, and I've been getting really worried. Her clothes are caked with blood and sweat, and her hair has been cut to her shoulders. I watched her hack at the long, matted black locks the first night on the ship. Her claws haven't been touched, but she's bound with thin, biting ropes when she comes in.

I've been informed that we should arrive at the new land within a day. I know we'll arrive there within two, because, unlike the fool they take me for, I'm not that stupid. Also, I'm a psychic. But not like the fakes you've heard about on television and that rip people off for money. No, I've never done that. In fact, my whole life I've tried to hide the fact that I'm a psychic because of the way the fakes are viewed.

However, when she found out about my so called "gift", she dragged me down into the depths of her dungeons, and tortured me every day until I'd tell her something, anything, about the rebellion and what will happen with her kind. I've learnt to master it now, so I know exactly what to tell her and what not to tell her. Like the delay she's going to encounter with the ships. This will buy me more time with the girl.

"What's your name?" I rasp out for the thousandth time.

For the first time, I get a response. She sighs. I sit up straight, expecting her to say something, but she doesn't even look at me. I sigh as well and look at the ground.

"Why don't you just give up?" A small voice whispers.

I look up. "You ... you spoke?" I ask, unsure if I was just hearing something from the future.

She nods slowly, and her blue eyes meet mine. "My name is Hanama, I am the sister of Jaquris, a rebel on the land we're travelling to. I know nothing of their plans except that they will return to our land to kill that demon, and restore peace to our civilisation," she says, her voice thin but the most beautiful thing I've heard in years. "And with her is a Halfling."

"Only ... we're going to meet them there," I murmur sadly.

Hanama looks at her feet. "I wish I could warn Jaquris, but I haven’t had the chance. There is no way to contact the Creator without earth to bury myself into," she says softly.

We sit in silence for a while. "Do you think they'll know we're coming?" I ask finally.

Hanama looks up and shakes her head. "If I can escape, I'll search for Jaquris to warn her," she says. "I can see in the light, because my eyes are dark enough. I can travel during the day."

"Don't get your hopes up," I say. I close my eyes and watch as Hanama and I run away from the sleeping night walker camp during the middle of the day, her blue eyes watering. "I don't know how far we'll get."

Hanama smiles. "Where there's a will, there's a way," she recites.

I return the smile. At first it scared me how much the night walkers knew of my kind. Now, not much surprises me. "And where there is hope, there is a chance," I confirm.

Hanama leans back against the wall and closes her eyes. Soon, her breathing changes and I know she's asleep. I know I should get some rest as well, but I'm afraid I'll have a vision.