Echos

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Previously on Blood Ridden-
A brunette woman bent down towards the small boy. "Boy... what is name?"
Her Esperanto accent was strong, and her English wasn't all that great. But compared to the boys it was amazing,. More whispers circled through the group."Ajax!" His gibberish wasn't heard in his exclamation. But it was followed by silence.
An echoed clap broke the silence.
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     "Wonderful..." an eerie voice followed the shushed clapping. A woman appeared white eyeliner brought out her dark eyes from her even darker complexion. The boy-Ajax, tilted his head at the woman.
  She smirked. And Ajax growled, "boy...it is ok" the Spanish woman from earlier was now rubbing circles on his back. "She is lead-" she stopped when the intimidating woman put her hand up.
She took a few more steps forward. "I can introduce myself, thank you Eliza" the Latino nodded and stopped rubbing, leaving the room with the rest.
     He was now in the room alone. With that strange woman. "Whooo I-z uyo?"
The lady's eyes bugged out but reseeded back after a few seconds. "I am Zira "
   She gazed down at him expecting something but he didn't know what so he sat up. And just starred at he awkwardly. "I Ajax!"
Zira laughed "I know, I heard before I walked in..." she trailed off as she moved towards the bed. As she sat down he tensed up. She laughed again covering her mouth. "I don't bite" he was still tense "well not as bad as the corpses do." She stopped herself there and gave him an award wining smile.
   He scrunched his nose and shook his head. 'There's soom-ting wo-ong .. with this woo-man' his thoughts spiraled as he continued to shake his unruly ebony hair. His eyes glinted as he glared at the doorway slowly reaching for his boot, when a dark arm stopped his reach.
     The woman met his eyes and let go of his hand. He soon found his way to the concealed weapon and flung it at the doorway. A small shriek sounded. Zira sprung up and whent to check on the shrieker. She stopped at the white doorway, "Raven..." she closed her eyes and tapped her foot.
"I-I'm so-sorry leade-er Z-Zira" the girl in the doorway had a similar complexion to Zira's the only differences between the two was that Ravens hair was white and her eyes a soft hazel. Zira put on a smile as Raven pushes up the small glasses that adorned her face.
Zira put her hand on the younger ones head. "Ajax this is my daughter Raven, Raven this is Ajax."
Ajax tilted his head and smiled "Raven! Raven!" He clapped his hands bouncing up and down while sitting.
The two gave him an odd look. "Raven what did you need?"
Raven jumped at the sudden attention. "I-I um... there is reports of-of.."
Zira scowled "Speak your piece child or do not speak at all"
"Well there have been reports from our scout of a farm with living cattle and horses" Raven then left. Zira tapped her fingers on the bed frame.
"Boy!" Ajax yelped.
"Whoot?"
"Have you heard anything about this farm?"
Ajax nodded. Earning a look from Zira to keep going." Eets wheere oi leve"
Zira frowned for the first time since she came in the room." What do you feed your cattle?"
He tapped his head thinking " Weet, greein, alppa-alppa cuubse. End so on..." his head shot up as Zira placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Do you think we could have some cattle for food?" Ajax tapped his head again before nodding
"Foolo me!" Zira laughed again before she pat his head and took her leave.
At the doorway she spoke once more before disappearing from sight. "We leave at dawn"
Ajax was smirking now. He thrust his feet off the bed. And pushed himself off with his hands.
Grunting he quickly found a dusty mirror. And wiped it with his destroyed and bloody sleeve. Now looking in the less dusty spot he turned his head trying to glance at his right ear. As gruesome as it looked he didn't mind. The wound was stitched and some glistening gooey stuff covered said stitches. He poked it and played with the goo and his ear for a while, even that wasn't enough to keep him away from boredom. So he retreated to 'his' bed. A small wisp fell from his lips. His lids became heavy and drooped over his crystal blue eyes.

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