by Gigi Sinclair at February 10 Thursday 10:31 pm EST
Gigi agreed with Mr. Patel when it came to the matter of the zombies. They needed to be taken care of. He seemed to want to help to save them, something Gigi didn’t even know was possible. She knew there was six hour span before they were truly gone. She had dealt with her fair share of zombies, having recently taken a trip to Chicago to get a feel for the epidemic. Barely two days there, and she had taken care of enough zombies to last her a lifetime. She didn’t see herself returning there any time soon, that she was sure of.
“I don’t believe that one can be saved once past the point of being inhuman anymore. They run on basic instincts and that is to feed. I think that if you can bring them back, they would simply be a shell of themselves, not truly saved. That is dangerous and risky work, Mr. Patel. But I do have faith in the future of medicine. If you truly believe that you can somehow think of a way to cure, and by extension, bring these poor souls back to the way they once were, I would be more than willing to help. But for personal reasons, I would ask that you leave the shifters and vampires out of the equation. There is a stark difference between the different species, that being that the zombies cannot in some circumstances think for themselves,” she said, a passion in her voice. She believed in the miracles of medicine, and the feats that it accomplished every day. She was unsure of whether she wanted to get involved in what Mr. Patel was proposing. Her ambitious side was telling her to take the risk, and invest in his research. If he was successful, the recognition for it would be worldwide. If he failed, not that she thought he would, it would have been a waste of her funds. “If you are searching for a business partner, then I may be of some assistance. I’ll tell you what, why don’t we set up a dinner, where we can discuss this in a more private matter. I hate to simply cut the conversation short, but I must attend to the rest of my guests. How about, this Sunday, at six. Here, at my apartment?” She waited for his response, before shaking his hand firmly. “I do believe that you can save the infected. I can just sense it on you. But for now, I must return to my party. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Patel. And I do so hope that we will be able to talk again.” She smiled before excusing herself once again to return to her party. The conversation was weighing heavily on her mind, and she could really go for glass of...
White Zinfandel. She nearly ran into one of the workers, who was holding a bottle of her favorite wines. She looked at him curiously, wondering how he knew what her favorite was. He handed it to her, a blank expression on her face.
“A man asked that I give you this note, along with your favorite bottle of wine. I do not know where he is, or who is, just that I was to do this one thing for him, when you were done speaking to the man whose presence you just shared,” he said, giving her a small note as well. It was written on a piece of the stationary she kept in her kitchen to write notes to herself on. She would recognize it anywhere, since she had is specially made. She opened the note, considering the note written on it.
Miss Sinclair, are you not tired of answering the door?
Close it, lock it, and ignore the banshees clawing at it. It's your party.
When you are ready, find me by the fire.
xxx Jackal xxx
“Thank you very much. I suppose I shall go find him,” she told the waiter, before walking past him to find the man. She slipped the note into her dress, keeping it safe. She forced her way into the crowd, and stopped a waiter, asking for two empty wine glasses. They fetched them for her, and she continued her search for the man who had sent her the note. She finally found the only person sitting by the fire, the man she had seen earlier, with the jackal mask on. He sat comfortably on one of her couches, staring into the fire. She cleared her throat, drawing his attention.
"Would you like a glass of wine?"
Dr. Auzdein von Himmler
Governor of Inisfree