The first thing D.J. noticed as she passed through the doorway after Harry was that the light about them quickly dimmed, until it was pitch black. Interestingly, she could still see herself, and Harry, and (glancing back) Zorlond as well, as if each of them generated his or her own internal light. The ground beneath their feet was gritty, and crunched under their shoes.
Harry and his girl-shadow moved steadily ahead, as if certain of their destination, even though they couldn't possibly have seen anything beyond the small group of companions in this pitch darkness.
"How do you know where you're going?" D.J. asked, curious.
Harry glanced back. "The sword tells me," she said unhelpfully, and he returned his attention to the path only she seemed aware of.
They trudged onward, for what seemed like many minutes. D.J. wasn't certain just when she became aware of it, but gradually it dawned on her that the blackness was not absolute; there was some sort of dim light far ahead, growing slowly brighter as they approached it. After several more minutes she could see that they were beginning to near a small complex of buildings, visible, as they themselves were, by their own internal light. A feeling of dread fixed itself about D.J.'s mind. She knew this place....
Harry turned back again, addressing Zorlond. "Well?" she asked. "What can you tell me about this?"
Zorlond shrugged. "No idea," he said. "You're right, though, it's not as it ought to be. But--" He glanced shrewdly at D.J. "From her expression, I'd say our young friend here could tell us something."
Indeed, chuckled D.J.'s internal virtual-Zorlond voice, unheard by any but her. I thought as much.
"It's -- it's Mark Twain High School," D.J. choked. "But -- what's happened here?"
There was movement ahead of them. Figures were emerging from the buildings and heading towards them, slow and shambling, with dead eyes. Zombies....
"Friends of yours?" asked Harry casually.
D.J. swallowed as she recognized members of the faculty and student body of Mark Twain high, all of them strangely warped versions of Characters from other Addventure settings, and their Authors. All of them, seemingly, dead, and yet still animated.
A low muttering began to reach their ears, spoken by all the zombies at once:
Denise... Denise... you killed us....
She felt a scream beginning to rise in her throat.
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