“Right! I mean, saying I mean is hilarious! But it’s not the same as saying that I’m mean, right? Because I try not to be! Am I mean?” Whym’s face contorted into a horrorful expression. “I hope not! I mean, I’m quite talkative and all that, but hey, I really do like your mane.” As the two reared the corner with slightly more sparkly grass, Whym nearly smacked into the wall again.
The zombies seemed to be running even faster, and she paled. This was generally not good news. Hoping that Antares knew what she was doing, Whym picked up her pace, urging her hooves to gallop faster, and nearly slid into the wall of the dead end.
Never mind, she decided with a sinking heart. Antares most certainly does not know what she’s doing. Then again, neither do I. Maybe I should get confetti on her mane after we get it=yt and see if it sticks. One of the thoughts in this series was unimportant, though she took it in stride. She reared her hind legs and kicked at her wall.
It wobbled, and her breath hitched as the zombies only came closer during this time. She kicked it again, ignoring the pieces of paper grass that cut at her hooves. Those would heal soon enough. At least they’re not pointy birthday hats! “This way!” Whym shouted as the wall finally collapsed. She took a sharp left turn, hoping that the zombies would be lost. Then again, they were probably following the two by scent.
She narrowed her eyes as she saw the ceiling in a different area shimmering. “I think that the zombies are herding us this way!” she shouted, not wanting her words to be lost in the wind generated by their quick pace. The walls of the maze began to become narrower, and Whym darted ahead. She kept her hooves light, not wanting to kick Antares’ face with dust. Hmmm does her mane ever get dusty? Great, now I want to do it, but it’ll definitely be purposeful. She had plenty of experience with treading lightly after all of her gardening training.
The image of a three-tailed fox flickered again. “Did you see that?” Whym flicked her ear, not having the time to head toward the apparition as another group of zombies ran by to chase them to the left again. “I’m not hallucinating, right?! Because if I’m hallucinating, that’d be bad. Really bad. Maybe you’re a zombie. Maybe I’m a zombie! Maybe we’re all zombies here!!!” Her chest heaved. “That would be terrible. I don’t want to be stuck in this maze forever.”
She skidded to a stop, nearly crashing into a wall. Now in a rectangular box that looked like the starting area, Whym hurriedly glanced at all of the sides. The sounds of the zombies were coming closer, and all of the walls looked solid. She attempted all four of them with Antares, ears folding back… until she realized that none of the zombies entered this zone. “Huh?” she questioned out loud. “Could this be the end area? Can we get out of here? Can I finally cut a few strands of your mane?”
Total word count (for this post): 532
Whym: 5496 // 21 chimes [total]
Antares: 5215 // 20 chimes [total]
The zombies seemed to be running even faster, and she paled. This was generally not good news. Hoping that Antares knew what she was doing, Whym picked up her pace, urging her hooves to gallop faster, and nearly slid into the wall of the dead end.
Never mind, she decided with a sinking heart. Antares most certainly does not know what she’s doing. Then again, neither do I. Maybe I should get confetti on her mane after we get it=yt and see if it sticks. One of the thoughts in this series was unimportant, though she took it in stride. She reared her hind legs and kicked at her wall.
It wobbled, and her breath hitched as the zombies only came closer during this time. She kicked it again, ignoring the pieces of paper grass that cut at her hooves. Those would heal soon enough. At least they’re not pointy birthday hats! “This way!” Whym shouted as the wall finally collapsed. She took a sharp left turn, hoping that the zombies would be lost. Then again, they were probably following the two by scent.
She narrowed her eyes as she saw the ceiling in a different area shimmering. “I think that the zombies are herding us this way!” she shouted, not wanting her words to be lost in the wind generated by their quick pace. The walls of the maze began to become narrower, and Whym darted ahead. She kept her hooves light, not wanting to kick Antares’ face with dust. Hmmm does her mane ever get dusty? Great, now I want to do it, but it’ll definitely be purposeful. She had plenty of experience with treading lightly after all of her gardening training.
The image of a three-tailed fox flickered again. “Did you see that?” Whym flicked her ear, not having the time to head toward the apparition as another group of zombies ran by to chase them to the left again. “I’m not hallucinating, right?! Because if I’m hallucinating, that’d be bad. Really bad. Maybe you’re a zombie. Maybe I’m a zombie! Maybe we’re all zombies here!!!” Her chest heaved. “That would be terrible. I don’t want to be stuck in this maze forever.”
She skidded to a stop, nearly crashing into a wall. Now in a rectangular box that looked like the starting area, Whym hurriedly glanced at all of the sides. The sounds of the zombies were coming closer, and all of the walls looked solid. She attempted all four of them with Antares, ears folding back… until she realized that none of the zombies entered this zone. “Huh?” she questioned out loud. “Could this be the end area? Can we get out of here? Can I finally cut a few strands of your mane?”
Total word count (for this post): 532
Whym: 5496 // 21 chimes [total]
Antares: 5215 // 20 chimes [total]
shall we dance?
