Odiette
Legacy Name: Odiette

In a rather deserted area of Shadowglen lies a rundown building full of individuals who hunt zombies. It’s a building that seemed to appear out of nowhere centuries before. The inside of the building looks much like any other office. The dress is not as nice, not nearly as clean, and much more casual but the essence remains all the same. Behind the co-captain’s desk sits a girl still young and bright eyed. Instead of doing typing and filing like one would expect at a normal office desk she holds a yellowed journal scrawling her thoughts out onto the page and this is her story.

January Twenty-Second
On the outside, where all the people live they say being a zombie hunter is a pretty simple job. You bash a few skulls, blow up a few corpses and then go home to a happy family, cook a filling dinner, sit safely by the fireplace and drink hot chocolate. Hahaha. I’d like in on that please! Idiots. Just as ditzy as a zombie!

Kyle, my co-captain, he’s always saying he’s envious about how I can treat all of this like it’s a game. Hmm I think sometimes you just have to put on the façade and play it like a game to make it seem like it is one. He acts like I can’t be serious at all! Well he never goes on hunting missions with me now does he? I bet you if he did he would see my serious side too. I mean I work in a run down hole in the wall like this and you expect me to be serious? I think not.

This place is more of a dead beat than it is out there and I don’t think there are any other buildings (or life for that matter) in a two mile radius of this one. We could use some fixin up around here! New faces that are bright and bubbly not worn down and run over. More people like me! What do you think about that Kyle? A bunch of Ody’s running around and causing havoc in your day? I bet it would be more of a handful then the zombs themselves! Hahaha

Oops gotta run! I have another mission tonight and guess what? Kyle is coming! I guess it’s time to show him I can take my job seriously…or not ;)
Xoxo,
Odiette

The temperature around here was always rather extreme and tonight was no different. The air was frigid and nipped at any skin left exposed. Their teeth chattered whenever a particularly cold wing swooped by but this didn’t stop them from hiking towards the underground. Tonight it was just Kyle, Ody, and the rookie they were training, Trish. They made an odd bunch. Well Kyle was normal at least, Trish was rather clueless as to what she was doing, and Ody stood out like the sore thumb. While Kyle and Trish trudged the grounds bundled up in thick woolen coats and coarse knit scarves Ody exposed enough skin for the zombies to feast happily on, or for the wind the redden as it already had done to her normally tan skin. She covered a lot of it with her tattered, torn, and stained thigh highs that could have gone through their own zombie apocalypse and her measurable less ruined jacket with the ZH (zombie hunter) badge on it. Most of the actual clothing she wore fell in these two area’s not covering up any spots they had left to freeze. She had ragged tennis shoes on her feet and underneath her jacket was a blood red corset and some high-waisted shorts held up by a little bowed belt. Even with all the leg, chest, and head area’s she had left uncovered she was as chipper as ever, bounding a full five feet in front of them.

She twisted her arm to rub the fluffy black hair out of her face with the back of her hand, trying not to scrape herself with the metal pipe she held between her plump fingers. Her body as a whole wasn’t thin and frail you could tell she had been well fed, although she wasn’t near fat. He was curvy carrying a smaller bust but enough shape in her waist and legs to make up for it. Kyle didn’t care, it wasn’t as if you could stare at her chest from behind anyway and there aesthetically she was pleasing enough for his uncalled for fantasies either way he looked at it. Trish could tell he was staring at her too because she elbowed him in the ribs causing him to let out a loud gasp.

“Oww what the fuck! What was that for?” He hissed at her. The sound of his voice perked Ody’s ears up and she turned around to see what the commotion was about. Trish felt her eyes and quickly shoved her own hands into her back pockets looking away which left Kyle to stand their awkwardly for a moment. He looked from Odiette to Trish and then back again before pushing past the both of them and trudging ahead to the top of the next hill and that is how the night went. Quiet, awkward, and not worth telling.

January Twenty-Ninth