Dimitri glanced at the new arrival as he peeled himself from his coffin. "Okay, this is too freaky. Are we really zombies? Did we die?" he asked, removing his jacket and walking over to the limo. "I don't know about you guys, but I am going home." Dimitri paused. "Actually... Where is home?"
"I don't know, I can't remember where I live as you." Andrew said "I only know I own an antique shop." He said. He knew that since he had the keys for it and the antique had hid last name on it... or at least he thought that. "That and my name is all I know..."
"The last thing I remember is.." Nyx started, and her delicate brow furrowed. "God. It's just dodging out of sight." she said, cursing. The shadows moved faster around her as she got more frustrated. Apparently, it wasn't doing enough to show her frustration. She rose into the air, and then squealed.
Dimitri began to load his jacket with some money from the limo, before placing a shotgun and kitchen knife inside. Across the city and outside the other graveyard, on the roof of a hospital, The Paladin watched as the dead awoke. They let out a loud, discordant laugh, and began to climb down the side of the massive, towering building.
"Yeah, getting out of this damned graveyard is the first sensible suggestion I've heard all day." Duke went back to the limo, and set about hotwiring it, distracting himself from the the cloud of shifting shadows that seemed to now be lifting Nyx.
Pene's eyes widened as she saw Nyx float. "You shouldn't be doing that! None of this should be happening! Everything is wrong!" she yelled before her hand disappeared. "Agh! This is even worse. Where did my hand go? I can still feel it."
Dimitri, peeking out from the limo, began to rub his temples. "This is too weird. Waaay too weird." he said, making note of everyone's new abilities. "Alright, ignoring the super freaky superpowers, does everyone have a place to go? I don't really remember much, like, where I live..."
"Well, I have an antique shop... or I think is mine." Andrew said taking out the keys of the place. He remembered where he walked from when he woke up. "I know the way there."
"This antique shop, it got any antique beds?" Duke had got the limo started, and was about to take off for a motel, but he didn't really want the attention that came with checking into a motel whilst full of bullet holes. "I need sleep and strong coffee, in that order."
"Well, maybe it's better than staying out in the open like this?" asked Nyx, landing carefully on the ground.
"I think that'd be a great idea." interjected Penelope. "Just give me a moment to find my..." She looked around her for a moment before her hand reappeared. "Ah? There we go?"
"Aw, Jesus- Look, can we get goin'?" Duke pleaded, leaning out the car window. "Just get in and point me in the right direction; this place is givin' me the creeps..."
Dimitri groaned, walking over to the back of the car. "If anymore magical bull crap happens tonight, I'm checking into a loony bin." he complained, opening the limo door and sliding inside. "Aww, what if we're vampires? I don't think getting blood'll be easy!"
"Will you shut up? Ain't no such thing as vampires," Duke snapped. Assuming everyone was on-board, he gunned the engine and raced down the narrow graveyard path in the direction Andrew had pointed, bouncing and skipping mere feet from the gravestones and monuments that lined either side of the road.
"Nyx banged her head against the window, and cursed. The shadows drew to her tightly, and angrily. She took a deep breath, and the shadows loosened. However, anyone looking could have noticed that they were still tumultuous. "I think we should figure out everyone's powers as soon as they can; it might mean something."
(Sorry I was not on this before) Rising from the dirt, arose a man who seemed pale. He took in deep breaths, as he laid across the ground in the middle of a cemetery. In the hole from where he came was a broken coffin, and pieces of wood traveling up. His sight came to him slowly, his senses coming back to him, and now his conscience. Many memories ran through his mind, everything that had happened before... where was he? He looked to his hands seeing they were pale, he was ice cold, and he gulped, his mouth very dry and his body very weak. He had been buried for two days. He got up weakly, wiping whatever from his eyes, and began to slowly walk his way out of the cemetery and to the nearest city.
Dimitri quietly slipped a dark flask from his pocket. He kicked his head back and took a long drink from it. "Anyone need some? I think this is vodka." He asked, holding the flask out.
Penelope was tightly gripping the seat and seatbelt through the crazy driving. She reached over and took a swig of the flask before passing it back. "I feel that drink made helped nullify the whiplash..."
