baronessekat | And the adventure continues

Before I went to see this dame with a slight case of the undeads, I had one stop to make.

I hated this place. It was a museum, health spa, parliament and rich boy wet dream all rolled into one. It was also home and headquarters for my connection.

I went up to the door and rang the bell. I couldn't place the tune that sounded but it sounded rather pompous to me. Now don't get me wrong, my contact was a good enough chap. He just wasn't... well a rabbit. But his family had been hooking up my family for generations.

See, while all Fluffy's have an inborn ability to fight zombies, it helps to have an edge. See, my cousin Fluffy "Bad-Touch" Bunny tried going after the animated rotting gobs of flesh by himself once. He was full of himself and sure he could do it. He's lucky to have gotten out with only losing an eye. He doesn't go after zombies anymore. Now he just sits and molests pretty broads and pretends he's superman.

I look up as the door opens to reveal the butler. "Ouisque. He in?" I ask the bear standing there.

He nods "He never leaves, Mr. Bunny."

I step in and look the bear over. "You're the only one I know who could pull off the purple." The bear's fur was various shades of purple... lilac, royal, eggplant. He looked like he fell into a vat of easter egg dye, but I wasn't going to tell him that. He is a bear and I am a bunny after all.

He just gave me a shrug and lead me through the maze of halls and into a room twice the size of my office. Granted, my office was not much bigger than a matchbox. I looked around and frowned.

"He ain't here." I mumbled.

"He will be," Ouisque said and headed out of the door. I sighed, shoved my hands in my pockets and looked around. What the hell did one being need this much crap for? It was nothing more than a dusting nightmare.

"Fluffy, what brings you by my door today?" a voice asked. I turned to see him leaning in the doorway. He was pale, which was only accentuated by the white robe he always wore. Part of me wanted to know how he tended to all those curls too. But I figured a Lamb had to have his own secrets.

"Good to see you, Butter. But what brings me here is as usual, a dame."

Butter Lamb, no kidding, that was his name, chuckled and stepped into the room. "How many times have I told you that they will bring you nothing but trouble?"

"Too many. Look, this broads got dead troubles. I need to be hooked up with some green and white."

He got all dramatic on me, damn rich folks. "Fluff you never come to see me for anything but business. It's lonely being a billionaire playboy with no friends"

"You got the funds, you could get out." I look him over. "Though I think you'd need to give up the bathrobes and actually wear real clothes to do that"

My jabs seemed to roll right off of him. I didn't really care. "Well then my sarcastic rabbit friend," he said. "Let's go hook you up with the latest models from LWD. I oversaw this latest crop myself. You are fighting zombies and you need the best weapons we can give."

He turned and headed out of the door. I followed along. You know, sometimes I hate other living creatures. The undead I understood. The living... total puzzlements. But the undead don't pay very well and a bunny's gotta eat.

So the to do list was... pick up weapons, see the dame, kill the zombies. Yep. Piece of carrot cake.