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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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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.

[Ellis's chewing slows, and for a while, he just stares. Then he frowns, points at Sandrath, and his voice lowers.]

Are you Satan?

[When Ellis points at him and asks if he's the devil, Sandrath laughs. It takes him a good few moments to recollect himself.]

No, no. I'm not Lucifer or Satan. He's my boss.

[Ellis just snorts, amused, and nods.]

Yeah, m'friend Dave used t'say that about his boss all'a time, 'fore he quit and joined the garage with me'n Keith. Had him runnin' all over the shop, workin' all sorts'a hours and not 'nough pay. Reckon it's the same fella?

I doubt it. I don't even get paid.

Aw, dude, that ain't fair! Even a mop-bitch's gotta get paid.

[He gave a small shrug.]

Well, I did have a way around that issue until I ended up here. So, not much to complain about.

Why didn't y'just quit? I mean, Keith an' I quit loads'a jobs when they weren't workin' out no more.

[shovels cheese into mouth]

It doesn't work like that, sadly. Its either do your half of a deal or die.

[He gave a small shrug, not like he's bothered by the idea.]

[Ellis stops mid-shovel, one cheek poking out.

Then he swallows, and he looks pointedly at Sandrath.]

Wait a second...

Are y'all in a gang? Are y'all with mob?

No. I work alone.

[Although he kind of wished a few enemies showed up from his world, it would release so much tension he was feeling for the past few weeks.]

Anyway, that's enough talking about me. What about you?

[Work alone? Maybe he's an assassin. Or a serial killer. Maybe he's a cult leader. No, wait. Maybe he's-- who knows.

Ellis blinks, then frowns, confused.]

Well, what about me? You curious 'bout somethin'?

Yeah, I am.

[A small smirk returned his lips. He gestured his hand to the various liquids Ellis had been drenched in.]

I'm curious about what you killed to be covered in all that... stuff.

Oh, kay, all right. Just, you know, zombies. Couple boomers, a spitter, one pissed-off tanks, an' a smoker t'boot. No jockeys, though, that was good.

I'm afraid I don't know what any of those are.

[Well, the spitters were kind of obvious and he could get a vague guess of what a tank was.]

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