flesh inside his host body felt wondrous. The stiffness in his joints, disappeared. He had the strength of a mule and the vision of an eagle. "I have to get more of this meat." He said with desire in his face.
Vic pulled him away from the crowd. "Dude, taking a bite out of that guy's arm made you stoned. I can see it in your eyes." Vic viewed the growing crowd and saw two men, next to a police officer point to Prometheus. "Really, we need to get out of here. I'm guessing they still had jails in ancient times. Trust me we don't want to go there."
Back at the warehouse, candles places throughout the building provided a yellow glow. The horde gathered and spoke in small groups as to what happened, at the mall. Gunnar Benwa approached Titus and Prometheus. "It does not sound like you return with news of a successful campaign."
"I fear the task assigned to us may not be as simple as originally thought." Titus glanced at Prometheus and back to the Viking. "Our descendants have a natural fear of us. Perhaps due to our large numbers, they see us as a threat."
Pointing to the dried blood around the mouth of Prometheus, Gunnar said, "It may be more than our numbers they fear. As in our time, the living does not enjoy being the main course of another's meal."
"This is not all there is to the complication. Those of us not familiar with this world can easily fall subject to the dangers that are not so apparent to our eyes." Prometheus tried to rub the dried blood off of his chin. "Two members of our merry band burst into flames for reasons unknown to those of us not of this time."
"I say our first order of business should be to only set out in small groups as to not bring attention to ourselves." Gunnar ran his finger through the flame of a nearby candle sitting on top of a metal table. "Second, those of us not known to this world need to find a way to become familiar with all the strange contraptions and the ways of the living."
"I can help with this."
All three dead men turned toward the source of the voice to see a woman in her mid twenties, shoulder length brown hair, wearing a waitress uniform. A burn ring around her throat told the story of how young lady died by strangulation. "Up until last week, I was a history teacher at the University." She glanced down at her body and smoothed the front of her uniform with her hands. "You know, for decades, I always thought how great it would be to be twenty again." She turned and looked at the three ancient men. "It's not so good."
Prometheus said, "You mentioned you could help those of us who are not from this time. What assistance can you offer?"
"Like I said, history is my forte. I can give all of you who are pre-automobile and pre-electricity a crash course on what's happened in the world, since you walked as one of the living."
Titus reached out a hand with his palm up and slightly bowed to the young lady. "I am Titus Arilius a Roman of good standing and I am at your service."
The history teacher replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Titus. My name is Jennifer." She turned to Gunnar Benwa and said, "…and you are?"
The Viking wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the ground in a great big bear hug, as a smile spread across her face. "Enough of this civilized garbage." He set her back down and she pulled her hair off her face and caught her breath. "They call me Gunnar and it's about time we started to get some more Norse ways into our new family."
The college student in the elderly man's body moved closer and engaged in a loud conversation with a nicely dressed black man wearing an expensive pinstripe suit. "It's me, Drew. I've been put in this old dude's body, but you have to know it's me."
The black man said. "I do not know this body or anyone named Drew and stop calling me Greg. My name is Haru Tochigi. I must find my way back to my village. It is under attack and they need me to help defend it."
"You have to be my friend, Greg. That is his body and you have
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