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[Abeni remembered pain; a distinct sharp, burning sting in her abdomen from where the blade had driven in again and again. She remembered the fight, the way she and Zachariah had been ambushed, separated and how she had carried on while he fought his way back to her.

When the man had returned, it had been too late. Abeni had known that and told him to run. The world faded black and there was no doubt in her that she had died... Which was why waking up fully healed but still covered in blood in a strange cell was enough to put her on edge.

She had woken with a gasp, hands moving to fend off attackers that were no longer there. Instead she struck the journal on the table beside and it fell to the floor, pages open to kick off an Audio transmission. It was one that would go unnoticed. Abeni had bigger things on her mind. Confusion ran through her as she found her wounds gone, but the blood that soaked her clothes still wet. No part of this made any sense. Abeni still had her weapons, a hunting knife and a pistol, which only set her caution on even higher alert.]

What-- No. I am not doing this again. This ends now.

[Neglecting the journal and leaving the letter unread, Abeni stepped into the hall. She would not be captive anymore, neither of them would. Abeni would find Zachariah and they were getting out once and for all. The woman wanted answers, and would stop at nothing to get them.]

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[Zachariah knows that voice. He knows that voice better than anyone, and when he hears it his heart just stops. There's no way this is possible but there's no mistaking it. That's Abeni. Didn't that one guy tell him that people come back from the dead here? Maybe that's what's going on. One way or another he has to find her. He needs to make sure.]

Abeni hold on!

[Whether she hears him or not he takes off in a full sprint towards the barracks and starts searching each and every floor for her.]

[She doesn't hear him speak. She's already out in the hallway by then.

With swift but carefully quiet steps, Abeni treks down the hallway of the fourth floor, searching for someone or something that might explain what the hell is going on.

In her hand is a gun, six shots remaining, loaded and ready to fire.]

[It's about the fourth floor he starts running out of steam. Maybe he just imagined the voice. Abeni's dead and gone, there's no way she-

Then he sees her. He stops cold and just stares at her. If he wasn't so sure that she'd sock him in the face he'd run over there and hug her.]

A-Abeni?

[He just doesn't know what else to say. What can you say to some who's come back from the dead? Looking good?]

[She freezes, weapon raised and pointed at him. For a brief moment surprise registers on her face, but it's gone in an instant and replaced with her usual serious look.]

Who are you.

[It's not a question, it's a demand. He looks like Zachariah, sounds similar but on both accounts is older than he should be. Was this their new game then? Find the one thing that mattered and fuck around with it for entertainment? And yet the look on his face was so damn familiar.]

[There's a brief smile but it's gone when she points the gun at him. She doesn't recognize him. He got older but she just stayed the same.]

It's Zachariah. I swear to all that's holy it's me.

[He doesn't move forward. In fact he doesn't move at all. The last thing he wants is to spook her and get shot.

Please recognize him Abeni. Please.]

[She shakes her head.]

No way. I know Zack.

[The fact that he looks like him is the only reason why she hasn't pulled the trigger. At the back of her mind, Abeni wonders if Zachariah had a brother, or a cousin who looked like him. Perhaps she should have listened to him more when he tried to talk instead of shutting him up every time.]

You're too damn old.

[No no no, for once in her life why can't she just listen to him?]

I wouldn't lie to Abeni. I took a bullet for you. There's no way I would lie to you now.

[It's something they both know. Something that can help prove to her that it's really him. He doesn't want to have to pull off his shirt and show her. Then he'd have to explain the other scars covering his body too.]

[She's always been good at reading people, but this one is so right and wrong at the same time that for once in her life, Abeni doesn't know how to respond. Of all that's being said, it's the look on his face that's got her wondering.

Abeni hesitates.]

Where did it hit? And how did you survive it?

[Prove it, Riah.]

[She's really going to do this to him isn't she? He understands why she doesn't trust him, but it doesn't keep it from hurting that she doesn't.]

It got me in my side. You drug me somewhere safe and dug the bullet outta me with a first-aid kit we looted from our hiding spot.

[It's hard to forget something like that. With no pain-killers, no kind of anesthetic, he was awake for the whole thing and he felt every bit of it.]

[He's right. Of course he's right. None of it really makes sense still and while she doesn't drop the gun, both expression and tone take a softer edge. Her free hand knots in the torn material of her shirt, still blood soaked and as though her death was minutes ago.]

Am I dead?

[It sounds stupid saying it out loud, but she has to ask.]

I was stabbed. You were there. You saw the whole fucking thing.

[Abeni frowns, frustrated.]

This doesn't fucking make sense. What is going on?

[He wants to help her. He wants to get closer, but she's still got that damn gun on him and he doesn't know how she's going to react to all of this.]

You...were.

[Zachariah shakes his head and looks just as confused.]

I've been here only a couple weeks, barely know what's going on myself. Something about worlds being unmade and...I don't even know. [His voice starts to shake.] All I know is that it's been six years since I've seen you.

[And dammit, it's so good to see her again.]

[Oh hell no. Don't start with the shaky voice. Abeni finally stops pointing the gun at him.]

Six years.

[Right now Abeni is at the lowest she's been in years. She shoots him a small, barely there smile.]

That explains why you grew up then. [And why she didn't.] Who else is here? And where is here...

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[Well hey, Abeni. Meet Kloe, who is just walking down the hallway minding her business.

Until she spots the upset-looking lady covered in blood. Kloe stops quickly.]

Are you injured?

[She'd approached another person previously who looked injured and apparently wasn't, so she's not getting any closer than she has to.]

[Zachariah starts to move closer. A small part of him wonders if this is some sick trick brought on by whoever owns this weird ass place, but he ignores it. He doesn't want to believe that's whats happening. There's only one Abeni out there and he knows this is her.]

Started eating my vegetables too.

[He smiles awkwardly. Probably shouldn't have said that. Like a stupid joke will fix this.]

No one I know. They call this place Holloway's Keep but I don't have a clue where that is. We don't have to fight here though.

[Doesn't keep people from trying, but he's trying to get her to calm down.]

[There is a pirate in the hallways, preoccupied with a large compass whose needle does not seem to point in the same direction always. He is trying to figure what the bedeviled object's problem is. It swings suddenly and he looks up, seeing a bloodied woman.

Not one that he's seen before on the Keep grounds either.]

Are you alright there?!

[If she weren't already tense, she would have done so at his approach. The level of trust in the man is rising, but it's not quite there just yet. There's too many questions, too many impossible things happening.

The look she gives him is confused and questioning.]

You mean we're out of Deadworld then.

[But she's dead and he's older and this sure as hell looks like the cells to her. Abeni glances back toward the room she left.]

Zack, show me out. I want to get away from these cells before someone changes their mind and tries to throw one or both of us back into them.

[She'd heard Kloe approach before she'd seen her, but without a decent place to hide and watch, staying in the open had been the only choice.]

I'm fine.

[And the gun was still in her hand.]

Who are you?

[Oh, Kloe can see that gun all right. Great.]

Doctor Kloe Bishop. Who are you?

[It's the raised voice and the odd clothes that make her grip her gun. No one had really asked her if she was alright in forever. Well, none but Zachariah, and he wasn't around.]

I'll be better when I get out of this shithole. What the fuck is going on?

[Jack earned himself a critical glare.]

[So now Deadworld was bringing Doctors into the mix. This only added to Abeni's confusion.]

That's not important. Where's the exit? I want out.

[What a polite individual.]

The exit is on the first floor, you're on the fourth. The Keep is walled in, but there are gates right outside the barracks. If you want to leave the area, I don't think you'll get very far. There's nothing but wasteland and forest as far as I can tell. This place doesn't even have a damn sun.

[Though she doubts anyone really cares about that last part except her.]

[He doesn't miss the grip on the odd gun there. His own hands are visible and away from his sword.

Why are there so many women using that word?]

Now, that question I would like an answer to myself. I don't rightly know.

[He's shifts side to side, looking at both her and beyond her, seeing if there's a body back there or not.]

What just happened, there with the- [he makes a gesture to her bloodied self.] ?

Yeah, we're out. We're really out.

[But he's not sure they're any safer.]

Right, follow me. Not a whole lot of other places to rest around here but I think I found something.

[Of course she wouldn't want to be in the cells. He can barely stand being in here at all. it just brings dark memories bubbling up to the surface and right now he doesn't have anything to focus on to push them away. Best to just get out of here.

Zachariah motions for her to follow him as he begins to lead her out of the barracks and to the Green.]

[She follows in silence, carefully watching both her surroundings and Zachariah. Abeni wants to believe it's him, but with everything as it is there's still doubt in her mind.

Keeping a set distance between them, Abeni's attention turns to his movement. The way he carries himself is just as Zack had done, and the similarity only aids her building trust in him.

She's about to voice a question when they get outside. Abeni freezes in the doorway, pressing back against the wall as habit orders her to do.]

This better not be a trap.

[She has her reasons for acting as she does, none of which Abeni is in the mood to explain.]

Good enough for me.

[Now if you don't mind, Kloe, Abeni will be on her way. She starts and... pauses, giving Kloe a confused look.]

What do you mean, 'no sun'?

[Surprise! She cares.]

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