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      With the man clearly still exhausted from yesterdays exploits Henrietta decided to go and look around. The forest was green and lush with ferns and moss. After a bit of wandering she found a flock of deer. As she approached them they looked up and bolted away as if spooked by her.
      “Well that’s something new.”
      As Henrietta wandered around some more it became apparent that the forest felt so alive, more so than she could think a forest would normally be. It may have been her ghost eyes messing with her but everything had such a healthy glow irradiating from them. Up in the distance she spied a lone cabin. It stood out but only so much. It really looked like just another part of the forest.
      Making her way over to the cabin Henrietta felt full of curiosity. It was small and charmingly covered in moss. As she stepped up to the front door it burst open as a gunshot burst out through it instantly striking the man behind her who she thought was still asleep in that tree. Somehow he had noiselessly made his way here which unsettled her just as much as it did to see him get shot. As he fell to the ground a curmudgeonly old woman came out holding her shotgun ready. She kept it trained on the fallen man as she cocked it sending a spent shell bouncing away.
      "Oh my God!" Henrietta shouted out of shock "Why did you do that!? He was still alive!"
      "Really?" The old woman said with more youth in her voice than Henrietta expected “He looked pretty dead to me.” She went over and nudged him with her boot.
      “Looks even more so now.”
      Henrietta stared dumbfounded at the old woman as she patiently glared back at her with one eye while the other one watched the fallen man like a hawk.
      "Well?" The old woman said "Aren't ya gonna say something? It's ain't every day you get a response, don’t ya? At least not from the likes of me now anyways."
      "Lady." Henrietta said flatly after the shock passed "After the yesterday I had following this man...not a lot is gonna surprise me today."
      The lady grinned at her and cackled. It was a proper cackle too. The man started to moan which made her re-aim her shotgun with purpose.
      "He's not dead." Henrietta said "I'd bet anything on that."
      "A bit special is he?" The lady said not taking her eyes off the man for a second.
      "Survived two building explosions, a fire bombing, accidentally forged a high river through some bad rapids, and no zombie pays attention to him."
      "Sounds dead enough to me." The lady said ready to fire
      "...and cries to himself."
      The lady hesitated. She was looking a lot less old now and a lot more like a lady.
      "Ah hell." She said lowering her gun. "You better come inside while I fix him up."
      The lady went inside and shut the door tightly as Henrietta followed her through it. The cabin was neat and clean with a lot of assorted things hanging on the walls. A good portion of it was covered with strung up drying herbs.
      "My name is Mist." Mist said as she grabbed some assorted herbs off the wall. "Invincible your man is, is he?"
      "Not in the normal sense but yes. It’s that or he is one crazy indestructible zombie who likes to gaze out at the stars and sleep out of the wind."
      "That don't mean he hasn't turned in between now and then you know. Tricky thing zombieism. By the way, where is your corpse? I only ever seen ghosts following their own flesh now a days."
      "I sorta...lost track of it when he fell out of a window and distracted me..." Henrietta said as she looked and felt embarrassed by this.
      Mist gave her a long glaring look.
      "So it seems..." Mist said making it sound like it meant a lot more than the sum of her words. "Anyways here hold this."
      Mist handed Henrietta a bowl and suddenly let go of it. Henrietta leapt out to catch it but it flew threw her fingers as if they weren’t even there. The bowl bounced on the ground while a series of emotions crossed Henrietta's face,