5th: She sang slaughter and danced death [dream]
[Gavril's hazy dream opens to a scene of the stitched zombie laying naked upon an examining table, a shadowy figure in a lab coat stands over her. Gavril herself is in terrible shape, some of her limbs seem to be falling off and several parts of her body are covered in massive gashes and wounds that ooze blood upon the rest of her corpse-like form. The man standing over her wears an expression of frustration as he slowly but surely repairs Gavril's wounds and cleans her body covered body. Gavril, on the other hand, wears an expression of joy. As if the act that lead to the present scene was a source of fun for the zombie-thief.]
"Gavril! You know if you keep up this pace your entire body is going to fall apart."
"Eh, whatever, old man. You get mad every time a rip apart a few random human beings or take a shotgun to the face..."
"What are you going to do when I'm gone? I may be your father but I can't take care of you forever..."
"Well fuck, I knew that. After your gone and I get outta here, I plan on doing something with this parody of a life you gave me. Maybe start a gang or something."
"Ugh, Gavril... I didn't give you life so you could be a common criminal. You need to be more like your sisters."
"Me be like Fran? You gotta be fucking kidding me. That stupid bitch follows your every word like it was sacred or something. I'm not your bitch, I'll do what I want."
"I can't stop you... Well, anyway, the repairs are done. Go and try to play nice for once, ok?"
"Yeah, I'll try, old man..."
[Gavril, now complete once more, jumps to her feet and fades into the darkness.]
"Gavril! You know if you keep up this pace your entire body is going to fall apart."
"Eh, whatever, old man. You get mad every time a rip apart a few random human beings or take a shotgun to the face..."
"What are you going to do when I'm gone? I may be your father but I can't take care of you forever..."
"Well fuck, I knew that. After your gone and I get outta here, I plan on doing something with this parody of a life you gave me. Maybe start a gang or something."
"Ugh, Gavril... I didn't give you life so you could be a common criminal. You need to be more like your sisters."
"Me be like Fran? You gotta be fucking kidding me. That stupid bitch follows your every word like it was sacred or something. I'm not your bitch, I'll do what I want."
"I can't stop you... Well, anyway, the repairs are done. Go and try to play nice for once, ok?"
"Yeah, I'll try, old man..."
[Gavril, now complete once more, jumps to her feet and fades into the darkness.]