Have Scythe. Will Travel

The train left another Station. One of a few between Normal Illinois and Chicago. As the train picked up speed it passed though the small town of Dwight. Anna watched as the houses passed, some where small one level ranch style affairs; brick, aluminum siding, that kind of thing. Some of the houses where older, cracks at the edges, Victorian styles. Anna liked those. The chipped paint, the creaky stairs, it all made her think of the history of the old houses. She thought about who lived in the houses years ago, she thought about how they died. Did her predecessor have to help any of them. Mr. Snickers meowed next to her. She she rubbed her gentle finger tips over his skull. He purred.
The undead where funny like that. A zombie couldn’t talk at all, while a skeleton, which lacked the fleshy tissue needed for vocalization, usually had a raspy cough of a voice, and a wraith or banshee could sing... it sing like Madonna when it wanted to. It really depended on how much power you wanted to invest in it. Mr. Snickers started out as a zombie. He had died while Anna was working. it was her second harvest and she thought the mark was a middle aged business man on a street corner. while she was waiting for the man to get hit by a bus, a random kitty, a cat actually, spotted her and kept trying to pounce after the laces of her etnies. She looked at the shoes, DOOM sown into the backs in cursive pink, it made her smile. As the man was about to walk into the path of a bus The cat bolted of past him. The sudden flash of little black feline startled the man to a stand still, and the cat, who now sat next to her on the train, caught the 215 out of the loop instead.
Anna was totally prepared for dealing with humans. eventually they would figure out what happened and would follow Anna to their judgment (assuming they didn’t get there on their own), but this was different.
Anna stopped her reminiscing as a man came up to the second level of the train. Anna watched him, so did Mr. Snickers. He looked like a college student, His baby blue graphic tee was about four sizes too small, which was impressive since he looked like he wore a small normally, and his aviator sunglasses reflected the sunlight coming in from the windows of the train. He walked up to the Anna’s and Mr. Snickers’ seats and looked down at them. not actually at Anna or Mr. Snickers but more at the seats themselves. The aviator sunglasses came down to reveal eyes that looked like they saw a big black spider stretching across both seats. The man looked further down the train and left to find a someplace more comfortable. Mr. Snickers nipped at Anna’s finger.
Anna thought back to that day in Chicago. After the cat died, Anna didn’t know what to do. She never thought that a cat would have to be shown the way across. She thought that was something only humans went through. While she sat their wondering whether or not she screwed up and why nobody gave her a manual for the job, the cat went back into it’s body and started walking around.
Anna got out of her seat to get a drink. She told Mr. Snickers to stay put so that no one tried to take their seats. He meowed agreeably. Anna walked up the isle toward the snack car. People look out their windows as she passed. Or they looked at their laptops. Anything not to look at the petite redhead carrying a giant scythe. Five seats from the back of the train car a man began leering at the cleavage of the woman next to him, she didn’t seem to happy.
Mr. Snickers was so cute, remembered Anna. His little zombie shuffle took him only a few feet before he suddenly realized that he wanted brains. With one eye hanging loose, and leaving a trail of blood he shambled up to the business man trying to get at what he had in his skull. When it happened, Anna wondered why she thought the feline zombie was so cute. Seeing the living dead cat pawing at his leg, the man panicked and ran out into the path of his wife’s humvey.
Luckily, he had no problem dying and Anna didn’t have to worry about him.
Anna remembered that since the Whole thing seemed so coincidental, she made up her mind then that she would keep the cat with her, that was when she named him Mr. Snickers, and turned him into a wraith. The process wasn’t easy by any means, first she had to strip the meat, and she had to take two days off of work, which wasn’t terrible because there where only two complications and both where in Seattle, and lets face it, she thought, Seattle could do with a couple days of excitement before she got to it.
Anna was now in the snack car and as usual nobody noticed her, so she went around the counter and helped herself to some of the sweet iced tea. “MMMM,” she hummed after her first sip of the tea passed her lips. The women behind the counter excused herself to go the bathroom, “I have to fix my makeup,” she said in a hurry. Anna stepped back around the counter and headed for her seat in the passenger car.
Anna remembered how surprised she was that she made her first wraith with no problem, She was so surprised that she thought to herself, “I don’t need a manual after all.” As Mr. Snickers’ little skeletal body rose, bones holding together, an ethereal smoke grew out of him until it solidified into a little Kitty sized black cloak. The whole thing was so cute, that Anna Picked up Mr. Snickers, and rubbed her nose against where his used to be, just like she planned to do once she got back to her seat on the train. Also, She thought, she would snuggle him as well.
Anna came back to her seat on the second level of the passenger car and looked down at Mr. Snickers. The cat gave it’s creator a curious look. Anna made her move.
“KITTY,” she yelled as she executed a heartfelt scooping up and snuggling, Anna sat back in her seat with Mr. Snickers’ standing on her lap with his little smoky ghost tongue licking her nose.
“I don’t feel a pull today Mr. Snicker’s, So I think we have the day off, “Anna said as she focused her attention out of the window. “Maybe, when we get to Chicago, we can take another train somewhere, or maybe well have a look around city.” She could feel Mr. Snickers’ bony feet pressed against her chest, she scratched the back of his neck.
Mr. Snickers Meowed softly.