Five Minutes...
Modern
Krory could still not get over the new world he had been catapulted into. Life in the castle had remained much the same for a long time. With the villagers so scared of him, he had rarely had visitors, or news of the outside. Even when Eliade came, she brought very little of her outside life with her - and he had been so caught up in her that he had never really thought to ask. Telephones were new to him, the fires inside the caravans the Order travelled in were marvellous - even the food was new and exciting. Guns were new: none of the villagers could really afford anything like that, and he had never bothered with the castle armoury. Even the plants here were different, and they treated them differently. As he walked through the streets he saw a dozen flower-girls selling bouquets, had even stopped to admire them, only to find himself baffled when he saw that they were cut, not planted. That, and none of them bit his nose when he sniffed them. Truly he had a lot to learn about this modern world.
Drawback
Officer Moore never regretted meeting Allen Walker. He had saved her life repeatedly, saved her brother and sister's souls. But there were drawbacks. She knew now, that she was utterly helpless in the world. The things that went bump in the night were real, and they were unstoppable, at least for a normal human like her. Every mystery death that crossed her desk sent a flinch of fear and uncertainty through her, as she scoured the reports looking for any sign that it was them, those things again. Her house was silent at night, warm but without comfort. Every scratch and rattle and creak of the wood floors was the silent tread of a monster she couldn't defeat. Every normal criminal, drunk and lout she arrested was a relief. Allen Walker was a good man, but knowing him was terrifying.
My dissertation is about zombies. It's very time consuming, brain consuming and a multitude of other things. But I would like to fic soon. Watch this space.