"I mean, to be fair, that is pretty alarming." ((From Rose))
“It’s not that alarming,” Lucy disagreed, all good natured shrugging.
Did alarming exist for her anymore? If it did, it was waiting out the best time to reveal itself, slinking around whatever shadow it shared with surprise and awe and a few other emotions that might be more vital and missed even less in her return.
“You’ve been around far more alarming things before breakfast today alone,” she said as she watched the ghoul crawl through the graveyard, only half a torso and all sinewy limbs. It was past any sort of cognition, no jaw meant it couldn’t eat and she watched it the way one might a butterfly with a torn wing that was destined for the earth earlier than it expected. Some soft measure of grief for it, and an understanding that surviving doesn’t always mean surviving well.
Only this creature could still tear, and had done quite the number on a recently deceased body, the guts strewn about where it pulled and tried to stuff a belly that didn’t exist, tried to swallow meat that wouldn’t go down with a sound like a bobcat scream. A ghoul was not so different from herself in some ways and she wondered if this was where the road led for her even if she could feel Oblivion tugging at her like a reassurance. No, Liv would reclaim her and that was a blessing.
“Stop,” she said to the being, and her voice held that sharp note that she rarely needed these days, the one that the dead could never really ignore. Stop it did; not a single twitch — like she’d hit a pause button on a particularly grim horror movie scene. She slid out of sight for a moment, reappearing next to the being who looked up at her with yellowed eyes and the twitching of fingers like it would reach out and grab her if it had a chance. Lucy never gave it though, the bat falling through its skull with a distinct crunch and it crumpled at her feet.
She kicked the bat with her heel as she walked back to Rose the gore falling off quickly with the action.
“Now — your family doesn’t show up in my graveyard without something to say. What’s going on?”