She'd killed someone who had tried to help her. Who had tried to be nice to her, and had felt sympathy for the death of her plant. Shaking her blonde head which was matted with hair Cali tried to get the mental image out of her head. Evie had been beautiful with her green hair halo'ed about her head as she feel backwards onto the spikes. Had she known, the girl would've been startled at the irony that her prey had fallen onto the spikes she'd made herself. The girl laying there had looked so peaceful even if she was impaled.
She'd matched Piper II, the plant that had only just gotten its name a few days before, now dead. It was a victim of this place as much as she. After the plant her sister had given her had been charred in the fire (Calintha shuddered), Piper II had been the next best thing. To the plant loving gardener, it had embodied everything about herself. It was a zombie, slowly dying and only thrived on blood. It reminded her of her human passions, of her family and her past. It was strange and weird, which was always how Cali had seen herself. It was everything.
It was dead. And so was she. Turning over, the zombie moaned under her breath. While it didn't hurt, moving had become more difficult because of the brick that was lodged between her 5th and 6th ribs. It had snapped several bones and dislocated her shoulder. Somewhat slowly, Calintha raised her slightly blood-stained trowel to her face. She looked like The Joker. Blood smeared with makeup drooped down her lips, turning pinkish at the edges. The makeup around her eyes had been smudged as well- it looked like her skin had become translucent and bits of green were just showing through in a checkered pattern. Taking a sleeve, she attempted her best to wipe most of it off, leaving only a few translucent areas of makeup and very red lips. Remembering something, Cali shoved her hand into her pocket and pulled out her head wrap. It was very, very beaten up, but it made her feel better none the less. As carefully as she could manage, she managed to secure it around her head with minimal hole-poking.
She was lucky to have escaped that predicament. She'd been so close to being human. Calintha had looked human, acted human, and had been accepted as one, even for how brief a time period it was. And then her damn hunger had interfered.
Getting up slowly, the zombie girl slowly made her way back to the greenhouses. It was a small row, and most of the plants on the exterior had been pilfered and plundered for edibles. She was happy to see that most of her cacti had survived (apparently the living students didnt know that they were filled to the brim with pure, clean water), as well as most of her plants. Opening the little glass door, Cali picked up a watering can and began her mundane daily duties, just as she had when she was living.
Her green claws shook at the gesture though. Apparently slow and cautious was not the zombie way. After a short amount of time struggling against her muscles, her arm spasmed and she took out an entire row of venus fly traps. "Dammit. DAMMIT ALL TO HELL." Throwing her bronze watering can down, it clatter and dented considerably as she stormed out. She couldn't even water plants anymore? What s**t was this?!
Climbing the tree outside of her greenhouse, Calintha nestled herself in the vines on the lowest branch. Fire had taken everything away from her, and it always had. Clutching the stomach were the scars had been covered by cloth, Cali recited the only Shakespeare she could ever remember.
"To be, or not to be: that is the question,
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil."
The girl knew it wasn't a perfect recitation by any means, but she thought she did well for doing it off of the top of her head.
Who knew Shakespeare understood zombies so well? Closing her eyes, she was actually glad zombies didn't dream or sleep. Calintha was afraid of the dark that lurked in her own mind.
