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[The feed comes on, but at first, everything's dark.]

The hell is this?

[Then there's a shot of Ellis's gray eye, and then it pans back out to his face. He's covered in a layer of dirt and various bodily fluids, and beyond that, he's tired and bruised in a few places. The stone ceiling of his barracks room can be seen in the background, and Ellis looks quite perplexed.]

Hello? Anybody out there? This funny little book's talkin' about worlds bein' unmade and records bein' kept and whatnot, but it ain't makin' much sense.

Like, how'm I here if everythin's not made anymore? And hell, you can't unmake shit! My friend Keith tried to unmake a car once, cause he thought it was haunted, but all he got was a broken car and a face full'a burnin' oil. He quit messin' with it after that, mostly 'cause he went blind for like six months. Don't know if it was really haunted or nothin', but I guess anything can happen, after the zombies an' shit...

[Ellis just trails off, then looks around the room. With his free hand, he rubs the space between his shoulder and neck and winces. Getting pounded into the ground by a charger sucks, and he's still aching.

Then, he turns back to the camera and smiles, though it's a little uneasy.]

So, hey, m'name's Ellis. I'm lookin' for Nick, Rochelle, and Coach, if any y'all out there.

[And they had to be, didn't they?]

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What the medieval ages gave us. To most people, its not much.

[Ellis has mixed feelings about this. On one hand: Medieval Times was a pretty cool production! Medieval ages would surely be the same. But on the other hand, he's pretty sure ]

Well, what do we got to eat 'round here? Please tell me we got barbecue chicken wings, or beer, I got a hankerin' for both.

[Not the right person to ask that Ellis.]

Not too sure on the bbq meat, but there's some various forms of booze around this place. You might want to send an inquiry to one of the chefs here.

Reckon I will, if I can't find it m'self. There a kitchen 'round here?

Yeah, there is. On the 2nd floor.

Aw, hell yes. I'mma go get me somethin' to eat.

Thanks for the tip, uh... Sand...wrath?

Close.

[There was a small chuckle from him.]

Sandrath.

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Sandrath, yeah, hokay. See y'round.

Sure, but it'll be sooner than you'd expect it to be.

[Well, that sounds a little... ominous.

Oh well. Time to go snack!]

[Since the fallen arch-angel was bored, he stepped out in to the hall and checked that no one was around before merging with the shadows in the corridor. He slinked along and made his way to the kitchen, finding Ellis.

He debated if he should speak from his hiding place or emerge to greet the zombie hunter. Eventually he settled on stepping out of the shadows, although granted the process took much longer at the Keep.]

Enjoying your meal?

[Ellis is so disappointed. There are a few things - some jerky, some bread scraps, a little bit of cheese - but there are no barbecue chicken wings and there is no beer and there are no potato chips.

But hey, it's the most solid meal he's had in days. He's not saying no.

But when something steps right out of the shadows, he's out of eating mode and into killing mode. The bat strapped to his back comes swinging out right at Sandrath's head, and Ellis is fast.]

[Well, Sandrath was surprised by the sudden speed of the man striking out at him with a baseball bat. At least it was blunt and not sharp.

He took the blow and staggered slightly, before raising up an arm for the next assault. He quickly let his eyes slip in to their 'scanning' phase, just to make sure the guy wasn't something he was under-estimating.]

Hey. Hey! Cut that out!

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[The second he sees those eyes go black, Ellis is about to go in for another swing, but the voice gives him pause. Zombies never told him to stop hitting them. In fact, this guy didn't look anything like a zombie at all. He looked downright... well, living.

Ellis lowers the bat and steps closer, expression half startled, half concerned.]

Shit, shit! Sorry dude, y'scared me there, y'all right? I got a helluva swing, I didn't concuss you or nothing, did I? Shit...

I'm fine and don't worry, I've taken a lot more serious injuries before.

[He let his eyes revert back to normal while he was reassuring Ellis.]

'f you're sure...

[Ellis eyes Sandrath for another moment, then steps back and grabs another piece of jerky. Nom. In between bites and through mouthfuls, he decides to speak up again.]

Y'all made of freakin' titanium or somethin'?

I'm sure.

[He almost considered slicing off a digit to prove his point but decided against it.]

Nah, I'm not made of metal. You could say that I'm not human.

[He smirked a bit and leaned against a near-by wall.]

[Ellis tilts his head and blinks curiously. He's seen quite a bit of "not human", both back home and here already. He thinks for a moment, then points at Sandrath.]

Vampire?

Nope. I don't drink blood.

[Well, not regularly.]

More like.... An arch-angel.

[Ellis gives him a look of skepticism.]

Pretty sure angels got wings, man. An' like, halos, and the harp thingers.

Those are the usual depictions of 'angels'. I'm in a vessel so I can communicate with humans.

[A small chuckle escapes him.]

I don't play the harp either.

[Chew, chew. Every couple of bites he shoves more food on in. No, he wasn't raised in a barn, but he did visit a lot of horses! Oh, he loves horses.]

S'what makes you an angel? Are you, like, an angel o'the Lord kinda angel, or like a fallen angel, or... some other kinda angel, or what?

[That is all the kinds of angels he knows about. He didn't pay much mind in Sunday school...]

[Sandrath was occupying himself by glancing over his shoulder towards the door, not paying too much attention to Ellis eating.

Although when the man mentions 'fallen angel', he turns his head slightly before frowning. Strange to hear that term come out of humans so casually. He doesn't answer the question, but asks one himself.]

I'm curious, are you a hunter?

[Ellis grins and puffs up a bit.]

I am one badass zombie-huntin' machine, if that is what you are meanin'.

[The only other thing he could mean is if Ellis was a particular sort of zombie called a hunter, but Ellis is so totally not a zombie. Look at him!]

Sort of, but that answer will do.

[He thought of Kloe's profession for a moment before shaking his head. For a moment, Sandrath's eye color was blue.]

Anyway, I'm a fallen arch-angel. I had my reasons for switching sides.

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