She had been given a task. Stand guard at the door till the music started, and then make sure nobody started shit inside.
Easy enough task.
‘Til the zed started swarming around both sides of the building. Half the court ran off, fucking cowards, and she jumped down off the porch so she could see the zed coming from both sides. Don’t let ‘em get behind you.
And down they fell.
Then she realized Remy, Freyfaxi and Alvie were still on the porch, and the zed were falling on them like a wave of flesh and teeth.
Her heart skipped a beat, those were her people, she was not going to let them fall.
She swung around the outside of the wave, taking down zed as she went. Trying to pick off enough so that the others could handle the rest without worry. But the wave turned, and the zed kept coming. They surrounded her, dragging her to the ground.
She wasn’t concerned, she reached for her injectable. She knew that she could stand again, do more damage, help save her people. She could feel the Poet’s song burning under her skin, driving the needle down towards her thigh.
Pain interrupted it’s decent. A sharp prick along her spine, pushed deeper, past her ribs, down into her flesh. She screamed as the air rushed from her lungs, a weak, pitiful sound that stopped suddenly as the blade found her heart. She never saw what got her, only felt the blade.
And down she fell.
Her eyes dimmed and the needle dropped from her fingers. She did’t feel the teeth sink into her flesh, she didn’t hear the cry of the court as they tore their way to her side. A priest called upon their gods, brews poured down her unresponsive throat, injectables sunk into her skin all to no avail.
Tears fell on her empty, cooling flesh as they lifted her limp body, carrying her to safety and away from the chaos of the battle. She did’t respond as they laid her out properly and sat vigil with her before she sunk into the ground as eventually she did. Like they all do.
The darkness that surrounded her now was complete. She did’t know how long she remained there, floating bodiless in the inky darkness, cold and alone. The music that had become a constant companion faded, and she spent an eternity screaming into the silence until exhaustion stole her fear. She fells silent, crying tearless sobs into the vast nothingness.
The voice shattered the silence, a soft whisper that wormed its way into her mind.
That voice twisted her more than her ascension. For the next, hour? Two? It asked her questions she could not answer, sung her songs that tore at her very soul. It opened her eyes, and gave her a horror she could not shake.
In the end it stole her voice, her one comfort in the darkness, and tossed her out to the waiting arms of Primus.
She sobbed then, his touch like fire on her newly formed flesh. She could hardly stand to accept his worried embrace. Everything so warm, so full of life, but the Song of the Dead remained, a constant discordance in her soundtrack, a twisted earworm she couldn’t shake off.
Even after Primus consoled her, and Cole helped her find her voice again, the music remained.
She knew she had to find the answers to questions she couldn’t ask. She had to find solace with her decisions, with her life.
It’s the end of the world as she knows it.
And down she falls.