Naori

‘Shinra doesn’t often stay out all night and all morning.  He’s alright though, I know it.’  Naori had unshakeable confidence in her older brother.  Others thought he was cold and questioned his morality, but she knew that he would move the heavens to keep them safe.  ‘That kind of love should be appreciated,’ Naori knew this well, zombies didn’t have a lot of time for sentimentality, but emotions drove their lives.  Unfortunately the dominant emotion was fear.

She busied herself in their hovel.  Shinra had built it himself using salvaged wood planks, wood he’d finished himself with ‘borrowed’ tools and river clay.  It wasn’t pretty, but they had enough room to stand up and move around.  There was a table, a raised bedding area in the corner, a fire pit in the centre and sev

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