Path of Totality; A TDS Eclipse Event Story

🌘Chapter 1🌒

      "Alright! Alright! Calm down! It takes me a minute," Medic couldn't help but laugh as they lovingly pushed against her. It didn't take long to free the Normal and Slow but the Speedy was getting too excited.

      The other two had already wandered out while Medic took the challenge of keeping her final zombie still. As soon as she unlocked the last piece, she was engulfed in a skinny pair of arms.

      "I know, you love me. I love you too. Come on, let's go out," Medic had to fight to get up, but she managed to get her footing and push up despite being weighed down. She stepped out of the closet to see the other two looking around her stuff.

      At seeing Medic coming out, they stepped over to her, waiting. She was surrounded, they could easily turn this room into a blood bath. But they would never. They love Medic too much.

      "Alright, what do you three want to do? It's a free day!" Medic told them. She knew they wouldn't understand her that well, but she found out they knew basic words.

      Understanding her, they pressed closer to her. The Speedy still had his arms around her. Medic lightly laughed, "Alright. Come on."

      "Share the green! Quit hissing at each other," Medic was sitting on her bed, a sleeping Slow zombie nestled his head on her lap. His arms were wrapped around Medic's waist. Medic had given the other two crayons and paper.

      The Normal handed the green over to the Speedy, who gave a quick hiss before coloring again. Medic could only smile. It was like raising children, except these ones could actually eat you alive. Wait, didn't actual children work like that too?

      Medic didn't want to find out, she'd much rather have these guys. She scratched the side of the Slow's head, earning a low grunt and a shift. It was pretty quiet, she hadn't had anyone knock on her door and the sound of crayon on paper didn't bother her.

      Some grumbling caught her attention though. Looking over at the two coloring, she was surprised to see that they were communicating with one another. That was odd, she's never seen them do that.

       They were speaking in garbles and pointing down at the paper. Sometimes one would draw something, but Medic couldn't see it. Her eyes widened when the Normal pointed at her and garbled.

      They gathered their paper and got up, walking over to Medic. The Slow had woken up, hearing the other two speaking. He got off of Medic's lap and sat against the wall, still very much tired.

       "What is it, boys?" Medic asked as she took the drawings. Looking through them, they started off as normal. She couldn't help but smile at a few, like one of herself. She'd hang that one up.

      But after moving aside a picture of a tree, her heart thumped. Not out of love, but out of utter shock. It was Gravedigger.

      The three zombies were from a fight with Gravedigger, but they never drew him or even had any reaction towards photos. But here it was. But it wasn't just some normal Gravedigger, his eyes were crossed out in black and there was red spilling from his head. Like he was dead.

      This seemed to be the Speedy's drawing as it was so crudely drawn. Medic flipped to the next one and it was the same, but drawn better. It was Gravedigger laying down, his eyes crossed out and red spilling from his head, pooling around him.

      Turning to the next one, it was a bunch of stick figures surrounding what seemed to be a dead Gravedigger. As she studied these drawings, the Slow took the better drawn dead Gravedigger.

      Medic was about to yell at him to give it back, but she watched in astonishment as the Slow began to write something above Gravedigger.

      The other two were uneasy now. They didn't want to be near their own drawings and they were wandering around the room. The Slow handed back the paper with the now written word.

      Medic read it and something clicked inside of her. She had to tell Commander and bring the evidence with her.

      "In the closet, I'll get you out when I get back. Come on, in," Medic hurried them into the closet, which they obeyed. Medic locked them in and grabbed her lab coat, throwing it on. She slipped on her heels and gathered the drawings.

      Looking down at the one the Slow wrote on, she swallowed the spit that built up. Medic opened and left her office, locking it back up behind her. Her heels rapidly clicked down the hall as she hurried to catch Commander in his office.

      Above the drawing of Gravedigger, the Slow only wrote one word. Medic didn't know they could write, but he had told her something that answered her question of why no Titans were attacking.

"DEAD..."