Snippet #2203258

Well, it seems that whatever happened, Zachary wasn't awake yet. Though he was surprised at this - he had never dreamed anything like this before. Maybe he was drugged or something, and that's why he was having odd dreams about waking up in a field with strangers with one telling them indirectly that she was batshit insane. He couldn't think of a time beforehand that he'd every think of a scenario such as this, because it made no sense to him at all. The only thing that did make sense was that she said they had to FIGHT to the death. Zachary of course took that literally, and started feeling a bit confident, though he wasn't entirely accepting of the situation still.

But it would seem like he had the cool head of the group, as one was a child and the other instantly set off with unpleasant words towards the crazy woman. She even poked the girl's shoulder a few times, obviously unhappy with this joke. Zach watched as the green-haired girl took to being a copycat, maybe just to annoy the other woman. Zach smiled. This smile soon disappeared as the green-haired crazy mentioned something about her mother and a buffalo (he couldn't really hear from where he was) and his mind was assualted by not only the rules of the game, but the memories of his abduction.....

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"Well, I'm glad you're glad I'm alright." Zachary smiled towards his little sister. "Now, how about I go fetch us our dinner? I'm sure Rosie is done with it, right? She usually starts at six."

She smiled. "Yeah, so go get it!" she ordered.

Zachary stood himself up and started out her bedroom. His smile wasn't there anymore, now that he wasn't with her. Just a blank expression, like usual for him when nobody was around. As he descended the stairs, one could easily tell he wasn't happy. Not because his parents were dead - he had long ago come to terms with that, but because Claire was so limited. It hurt him to know that he got to walk around and do what he loved when she couldn't manage to even stand. She was robbed of her legs at such a small age that she hadn't really lived. While in truth, she didn't mind it that much and cared more about spending time with her brother rather than walking, Zach couldn't realize this, and moped.

He stepped into the kitchen, noticing a skinny, white maid. She smiled at him as was her routine. "Hello." she greeted him. "I noticed you ran straight up to see Claire. I didn't see your fight, so I don't know... was she happy?" she asked casually as she subconciously began making two plates.

Zachary smiled. "Of course she was. Have I ever lost?" he boasted quite confidently.

She smiled innocently. "Yes."

Zach shut up for a minute, mumbling something under his breath. "So anyways, how was she today?"

"If she could, I bet she would've ran fifty laps around the house." she started enthusiastically. "She was so excited that you were fighting near home, so you can imagine."

"Yeah, I could." he chuckled as Rosie began finishing the plates. A large potato, fried veggies and ham sat on each plate. "Here you go." she offered them to him. Zachary nodded graciously before heading out the room. Up the stairs and through the door once more, he found Claire still smiling. She glanced up at him expectingly and he handed her the plate.

"Thank you." she said before digging in.

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Ow... his head hurt. "Why are you doing this?" Zachary demanded, now realizing that this was no dream, but actually happening. Surely it was on everyone else's mind, but he spoke up first. "I have someone to get back to."