However, it seemed that the group’s cause for concern was to be put at ease. For as Marianne continued to stare up at Rose in wonder, the zombies behind them all but fell apart into piles of organs and bones, rotting flesh skewing everywhere on the ground.

Weird. 

There was definitely something related to those zombies and the girl who called herself Marianne. But to what end…whatever action that was taking place was soon interrupted by a grinding noise. To the left of them, something was shifting and moving into place. Further inspection revealed that it was the wall itself.

The wall opened up a dark hole of nothing before the sound of rushing water was heard. At once, a torrent of green water spilled out, though not enough to flood the area again.  Something else was deposited from the darkness. Something large and moving fast.

A body was spluttered out of the water, slipping on the ground before them. The form of Adrian stared back at them, eyes blank and skin paled. It looked like he had drowned. Dead. He was most certainly dead.

Scarlet widened her eyes at the morbid scene, backing up from the dripping corpse. 

“N-No way…we left him behind? But I thought-”

“Oh?”

Marianne skipped past the others and bent down towards Adrian’s dead body. Tilting her head curiously, she began poking the man’s sodden cheek, grinning profusely more as she did so.

“Ahaha, wake up silly! It’s not your time yet!”

Scarlet watched the young girl incredulously. Was she mad?

“Marianne, I don’t think-”

And then Adrian coughed. Rising up quickly, he gasped and choked as retched water spilled from his mouth, among other undesirables. Scarlet watched in shock as the half-demon, half-angel stood before them, seemingly brought back from the dead. Marianne’s childish laughter filled the small space, echoing off the walls.

What the hell was that girl?