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“You’ve said that, like, forty-five times. I think it’s only been an hour.”
“Ellen, it’s a generic filler phrase that kinda goes without saying. I kinda just wanna
brood so…”
Ellen was very correct in that conclusion. This cell, which hadn’t been terribly interesting
to begin with, was getting very tiresome. Etching graffiti into the walls had long lost its allure,
and Jeremiah was finding it ever harder to remember the words to the songs Ellen dredged up
every now and again. It seemed such a bother, really? Why not just lean back against the wall
and sink...down and down…become bleak and withery… He shut his lids saw her face in his
mind’s eye, a wry smirk upon her violet lips, black tongue caressing her golden teeth smoothly…
“FRAND! What’s wrong?!” This outburst, and the sudden snapping of Ellen’s fingers in
his face, bitch-slapped the image from Jeremiah’s consciousness, and he immediately sputtered
out a “nothing, nothing” almost reflexively. As his vision phased back in, he allowed himself a
vain hope that perhaps he and his friend had figured out how to teleport in the last few seconds,
and that they were now on the shores of Lyon or in the sweltering jungles of Benin…
Nope.
There was Ellen, her face only just beginning to decay a bit around the eyes and mouth.
Full of humanity as she was, Jeremiah had at first envied how little the Darksign affected her.
Even as other people they knew fell under its burden, Ellen had remained roughly unchanged,
with only a few telltale wrinkles to belie that something was amiss in her youthful body. She
smiled warmly at him as she poked him in the face a few times, only a few teeth missing, and
Jeremiah felt a certain warmth rise in his chest. Whether it was affection or abject annoyance at
the fact that she was poking the parts of his face that had sloughed off (and she knew he was
sensitive about that), he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was glad he had her there.
The two of them had been the first people in America to contract the Darksign. Though
they’d heard news reports about its spread from Japan into Asia, they—and the rest of their
proud nation—didn’t think it would ever reach their doorsteps. It had seemed as exotic as bird
flu or radiation poisoning (albeit with a cooler name). Alas, one day, after one of their traditional
nights in the sauce, the friends woke up with the telltale flaming orange circle. Ellen’s rested
rather artistically in the spot between right shoulder and breast. Jeremiah’s unfortunately was on
the small of his back. He called his Darkstamp. He thought it made him look super gay.
The pair of friends had always tossed around the thought that they were special and that
they’d contribute something big to the world. This hadn’t been exactly what they’d had in mind,
as Jeremiah sardonically pointed out when the next person in Columbus got the fatal mark.
Though they didn’t know why it was spreading, it seemed the duo had indeed instigated it.
Jeremiah tried to count the number of people they’d known who had died of the initial
disease and gone hollow…Abby was the first, of course. The girl had a weak will; she hadn’t
stood a chance. Soon others followed: David and Jason, on the same day (which was fitting, due
to people never being able to remember which was which); Lauren, still cracking jokes all the
while; even Alex, who stood loyally by while his friends succumbed further into the madness the
curse wrought. All were branded. All died once and rose again, undead. All lost hope and
became hollow.
He couldn’t remember, or maybe he just couldn’t bring himself to anymore. “My parents
were right,” he sullenly said aloud. “This thing is a curse.” Ellen stopped poking him and turned
“That sounds right.” Ellen tossed her head from side to side thoughtfully, fiddling in the
“Do you think they’ve…?” Jeremiah got to his feet hesitantly and took a few heavy steps
“Me either. Do you think the warden would…?” He absentmindedly ran his hands along
the cool, rusty metal and turned back to face his companion.
“Yeah, where is the warden anyway?” Ellen pursed her lips thoughtfully.
“I’ve been trying to count. I don’t think we’ve seen it for at least a few days.”
“Do you think it masturbates?” both friends blurted at the same time, almost immediately
erupting into a chorus of giggles afterward. They exchanged a knowing look. Someway,
somehow, even after all this time, they were going to escape this stupid Undead Asylum.
against the bars as the shoddy stonework in the ceiling gave way. A corpse fell from aloft, falling
unceremoniously, ass-up onto the floor. From where he was standing, Jeremiah couldn’t see
what caused this ruckus, but Ellen shouted, “Hey, wait!” as she leapt to her feet.
“What happened?” Jeremiah queried. “Did you see who killed this…lady?” he said,
Jeremiah peered at her, trying not to appear cruel as he did so. “Are you sure you’re not
She nodded vigorously. “I’d recognize that armor anywhere, Jeremiah. Cross my heart,
hope to…well, die again, I guess. Those guys were literally on every street corner while I was
studying in Astora.”
Jeremiah shrugged. “So an Astoran killed this bitch. Small world I guess.” He was
brushing her off a bit, already appraising the distance between the floor and the hole and the
Damn. Impossible. Whoever built this horrible place knew what they were doing. Ellen
hummed to herself as he futilely tried to measure with his arms, looking quite comical in his
hospital gown as he did so. Eventually, .he knelt down, exasperated, next to the corpse, turning it
vacant girl with purple hair and a penchant for remorselessly breaking laws. He had met her…in
It was all he had gotten. But now, she was here at the asylum.
“No,” Jeremiah said, unsure of why he knew but knowing all the same. “She wasn’t one
of the people with us when our parents shipped us off here.” He caught her nasty look. “Well,
Another pause.
“I miss them horribly.” She had sat again, and was stroking Jane’s hair soothingly.
“I know. We’ll find them. I’m sure they’re looking for you.”
“We’ve been over this. I don’t even know where this place is, dude.”
The image of the warden dragging his sister away by the hair came to him, and he visibly
flinched. “She could still be alive. She is still alive. I know it. Just like I know your family is
probably on their way here right now and maybe Alex didn’t go all the way hollow and he’s
okay and…” Jeremiah trailed off and let loose a dry chuckle.
“We’re fucked,” he intoned, punching Jane in the stomach for emphasis. To their
surprise, they heard a small clink. They exchanged yet another wordless look, this one something
along the lines of what the fuck was that? And which one of us is gonna search the body? They
The violet-haired girl had taken advantage of her moldering state. At least a dozen small objects
were stuffed into her midsection: guitar picks, a cutlery set, an iPod, a silver crucifix, even an
entire Hall & Oates album wedged neatly between her liver and…stomach? (Jeremiah was never
that good at anatomy). But most importantly, Jeremiah espied something that, though stained
red, still retained its ecru tint. A piece of parchment, wrapped tightly around something. He
reached around it, feeling the squelch of his old friend’s innards, and pulled.
It was a key. Ellen’s dark eyes flashed as Jeremiah unfurled the parchment and tossed the
Fuck you.
Just kidding! But seriously…You have work to do. I’ve written this in case I don’t make it
out of here. I’m not 100% sure how this hollowing thing works, but I’m close. I can feel it. I
wasn’t supposed to get this far, though, so I guess I have something to be proud of. There’s a
baggie of weed somewhere in my large intestines btw. I couldn’t find it but maybe you can.
Love, Jane.”
Their old friend’s last missive had them in hysterics by the end. Jeremiah immediately
began rooting around lower in the corpse’s innards as Ellen stood again and tried the key in the
door. It turned hesitantly, after a few rattles and “Dammit”s but then opened with a resounding
clang. Ellen and Jeremiah exchanged the last look they ever would in that asylum cell. This one
Out loud, Jeremiah said, “Wait… a HA!” and pulled an entire bloody ounce bag of weed
from inside their passed-on savior. He kissed the bag, kissed her head, wiped his mouth on his
gown and stood up to join his friend as she took a few hesitant steps out into the beige-tiled