Unified Dead by M B Reid

Author:M B Reid [Reid, M B]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-11T16:00:00+00:00

The door to the church was shut.

Voria approached it slowly, the fog of fever made her thoughts flow like treacle. She couldn’t wrap her head around the concept that the church was closed. The church was never closed. She rapped one hand on the solid wood. Her weak fist barely making a sound.

This couldn’t be happening. Of course it would be closed the only time she needed it. She knocked again, pounding with both hands this time. Desperation clutched at her chest.

If she couldn’t get inside she was going to die.

Voria glanced around the deserted streets, confirming they were empty. A renewed bout of coughing beset her, driving her to her knees. Dark blood burst from her lips and splattered the steps. Her stomach, once it had finished churning violently, sank. The blood was a new symptom, and a terrible sign of things to come.

From her knees she pummelled her arms against the door. She threw all of her anger into her attacks, making each strike a little louder than the last. This wasn’t fair. This stupid game trapping her wasn’t fair. Her rage, Darius’ death, this god-forsaken sickness, and now the church being locked. Somewhere out there the devil was smiling.

She threw all her strength into one last knock. It made a solid boom against the thick door, and then she collapsed into a ball of defeat. Tears streaked her face as she fought against another bout of coughs.

It was over.

Voria didn’t have the strength to get back up. She couldn’t return to the mayors manor. There was no way the guards would let her back in looking as she did. She would lie here until she finally succumbed to the sickness. With any luck she would wake up back in the real world, and sue the everloving fuck out of this stupid company. Given how things had gone for her so far she didn’t expect any luck.

She would simply die.

The door creaked open but Voria was too weak to look up. She could barely conjure the energy to enjoy her rescue.

“Animasto be with you” A woman said. She sounded impossibly tired, but that could have just been Voria projecting. Voria glanced up at her saviour and pasted a weak smile on her face.

The priestess wore a blood red robe that was cinched at the waist with a dark blue rope. The trim of her robes was a matching blue. Voria gathered enough breath to greet the priestess, then fell into a coughing fit again. Her throat felt as dry as a desert and she could do nothing to wet it.

“You’re ill” The priestess accused. Voria half expected the woman to turn her away, but instead the priestess helped her to her feet.

“Thank you” Voria wheezed, allowing the priestess to guide her into the church. They followed a hallway to a small kitchen. The priestess poured a glass of water from a clay pitcher and offered it to Voria.

Voria downed it in a single gulp.

“What can I do for you?”

“I want to make a reanimation deal.

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