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Listening to the others chatter, he couldn’t help but smile. There was actually life within these walls! “You know, a hog would be a splendid idea! Not sure where to get one though.” He seemed a bit down about the lack of meat in the house. Looking inside the pantry he came upon a few various items of some interest; in a strange boyish way. “Well we have a jar of pickled newt eyes, a can of pig liver mush, and I think that might be a jar of fungus.” This did not seem very appetizing, and Zaole was far from sure about what everyone would eat. Reaching in he touched something furry, and his skin whitened. “Oh god,” was all he said. His hand reached a bit lower and pulled out what appeared to be a half decomposed rat. “Do zombies eat these?” he said as he held it by the tail to everyone.

**Elizabeth**

Elizabeth sighed as she was questioned of her imprisonment. Her eyes seemed to water; the moon light making them glimmer. “The old hag of a witch did this to me!” she spoke with anger that flowed fluently with her tone. Quickly that expression of anger changed to fear as she looked around both the room, and the mirror. She seemed a tad worried, as if bad things happened when she spoke rudely about the witch named Victoria. “I...I need to go.” Not a moment later, she disappeared back into her mirror world. The image of Mayna showed once again.