Smile, my Darling~!

Crying In Frustration

I hurriedly make my way through the corridor, intending to go up to the ship's top deck to look out for Will's arrival. People were brushing past me, all were frightfully running to the opposite direction to where I was going...

It seems that the Campania Tragedy has started.

Blood splatter was visible on the walls and floors, dead bodies were scattered everywhere. I sigh to myself at the amount of corpses all the while collecting all of their souls and marking their pages complete. Honestly this is getting ridiculous, we won't be able to handle all these souls in just one night!

I haven't seen Rian Stoker for a while though, he's probably hiding in some isolated part of the cruise like the coward he really is. I'll save that twat for last.

Screams and wails are the only thing that could be heard, besides the crunching sound of flesh being ripped apart of course.

Will could arrive at any minute now at this point.

I run up to the deck, where there were not that much corpses or any of the undead walking about.

I then notice something, in the water...I squint my eyes as I try to make out the object through all the mist.

My eyebrows furrow as the mysterious object came into view as the mist slowly cleared.

It was an iceberg, and a big one at that. I then came to a conclusion, the ship's going to crash into the iceberg and it will sink.

Jeez, the sink will kill two times more people than how many the zombie's have managed to kill. We're in for a treat aren't we?

I heard a deep sigh behind me, I turn around to see Ronald making his way towards me "I swear, we've got a super overtime course here." He says with an arched brow, I put a hand on my hip and nod tiredly, "Overtime is really not my thing." He continues.

"The guys in the management are asking for the impossible..." I trail off as I look inside my list, realizing that there are still a lot more souls to collect.

Ronald peers over my shoulder as I skim through my list, "How are we going to collect that much souls—" I then get cut off by a flamboyant voice finishing my sentence.

"When there's only three of us."

I then stare blankly across the vast Atlantic as the ship goes full sail towards the gigantic iceberg, as we get closer however, I spot a certain redhead standing proudly on the very top. I huff at the peculiar sight, it's Grell. How on earth...?

"You shouldn't be that rude on a maidens first night. If you ram such a big thing into her..." They continue, "She will break." They finish with a devious grin plastered onto their face. I arch an eyebrow at this peculiar statement. Whatever are you getting at Grell?

After I while I thought: Ah, I get it now. They must be talking about the iceberg and the ship that's just about to hit it sending all of these people submerged into the deep sea :D.

The ship then shakes vigorously as it scrapes through the huge chunk of ice. The iceberg itself breaking into pieces, as well as the walls of the ship.

I could hear Grell proclaiming something in the distance, but I couldn't exactly hear it well from the iceberg scraping against the metal of the ship and all the people screaming.

I then saw them jump onto the ship's top deck as they sliced off a zombie's head.

Then the ship starts to quake even harder as some of the walls break down and the water starts to flood in from the inside of the cruise.