Random stuff i write when im not fullt conscious

Chatper 3: 'You spelled it wrong'

Irony scents waft through the air, in the same way the scent of coffee permeated the now destroyed remains of the small cafe across the blood ridden street. I clutch the hilt of my turquoise weapon I had stolen from makeshift weaponry I created from the toy shop I visited as a child. I lift my weapon with a grunt slamming it into the undead carcass of the old woman, the wife of the toy shop owner. Blood coats my thick black gloves as the gentle tunes flowing out of my buds switch, jazz changed into a pumped up dance song sung from a voice bank in foreign tongue. As I shake my weapon from the undead head. (accidentally slamming it into the wall) I contemplate changing the song or reminiscence, take things back to when I could enjoy the simple ironies in life. I grimace swinging over my knapsack to pull out a wipe to dry Andy, the new name for my unwilling partner in this ordeal.A disquieting groan is let our behind me.
"Oh Mrs.Anderson you antagonize me even in death." I quip readying my bronze companion as I spin around.
"Who?" A disembodied voice asks, I jump.What type of idiot leaves themselves open for anyone to take advantage of.
"That isn't very nice."The voice replies with a verbal sulk.
"Oh shit." I am not hearing things there is actually someone there.
"You mean besides the feeble old lady who you tenderly pierced with your sword?" I spin around regarding the stranger.
"Wow thats a new one!" The stranger claps their hands. Their dark skin blended wonderfully with the dark red that coated their finger nails.Wether it was blood or nail polish was a detail I chose not to question.
"Oh, Its blood!" The stranger supplies once again clapping their hands flashing me a grin. "Names Garrick."
"Thats unfortunate." I reply mentally punching myself.This is the enemy they could kill me and I insult them.
"Its fine I found it funny." Garrick replies. "Besides its not even my really for real name."
"Stop doing that."
"Doing what?" Dont be obtuse.
"Invading my mind."

And that was the day I lost any semblance of peace.