Zenobia's Tale [Undergoing rewrite]

Part 4

As summer hit Zenobia found herself in a small town craving the interaction of other people. She roamed the muddy streets looking around for something to amuse herself. She stopped in front of an old barn that reminded her of home and nearly broke down into tears. A man and a woman walked past her talking about a child who had died, and for a moment she feared they were speaking of her. This was until they mentioned the black death, causing her to listen intently pretending she was a lost child who di'na know she was lost.

"The black death? 'ere?" The woman asked, "Tha's not possible. We did allow outsiders into town. We kept everything-"

"Lassie, calm." The man interrupted "We must keep our wits about ourselves, we donna want the others to panic now do we?" The woman shook her head allowing the man to continue. "We are no' sure if it tis what we think. We must be sure before we tell anyone, and we must be ready for the panic to spread." Zenobia at this time had heard enough and slipped into a building quietly so as not to draw attention to herself. Sitting in a dark corner of the room she watched the room full of people argue and talk amongst themselves. The man up at the front of the room seemed to be trying to draw their attention away to a new subject.

"Please quiet down! There is nothing to fear!" He tried then pounded something onto a wooden table. "SILENCE!" He yelled to no avail. From the mummers of those around her, Zenobia learned a village not far from them had been hit by the black death and this town was terrified they would catch it. People doubted that the 'lock down' was working because even though they stopped others and cattle from coming into town, the other animals could move in and out freely without being stopped or cleaned or killed. Another uprising of yelling began and Zenobia learned of the black flag they had ready for when it hit. A particularly large man nearly sat on her as he shuffled, Zenobia let out a loud scream drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the room. The man stopped and turned facing her. Noticing it was a female child he smiled, unfortunately, the smile reminded her of the strangers smile too much for her own comfort. As he bent down to talk to her she screamed again and hit the man in the nose causing it to bleed.

"Tis alright. The Lassie is only startled. Tis a bloody nose not the end of the town." He said in a jolly tune. As he spoke Zenobia felt the familiar twinges she felt before losing control. She tried to move away, but the smell of his blood was so enticing. she hadn't eaten anything in far too long. She never ate anymore, She simply blacked out and when she came to there was a body and she felt better. Blood usually caused this as much as she hated to admit it, she didn't know why she reacted like this. It was something she would have to find out, and hopefully soon. Before she could think any further the male leaned in closer and that was all she could remember.

Zenobia's mind went blank and she lunged face distorting, teeth turned to points and she ripped into his jugular. A scream from the room drew her attention away from the gurgling man and towards an elderly woman. Her voice was faint and muffled, but the words she screamed were clear.

"Devil child! Devil Child! Death has come for us!" She pointed a bony finger at the child only to scream as she was tackled and ripped into with sharp teeth. Zenobia had no control over how she acted once her mind was blank she just let her body react. In a way, this was her version of a temper tantrum. After taking down anyone who screamed Zenobia heard a loud crash and jumped looking around. The room was covered in blood, sounds of people dying surrounded her. She looked down at the old woman who had called her a demon child and watched as she coughed and choked on her own blood. Her large intestine hung out of her abdomen and tangled with the fat man's arms and head. She tilted her head and smiled. Where the sight would have normally made her sick she seemed to enjoy watching them die by her hands. She moved away to the man who was at the front of the room. He seemed to be frozen in fear and unharmed, lifting her hand to take his she leads him through the blood and innards strewn about and out the door into the thick summer air.