**???'s POV**
I could tell I was in France. Oh, but I should introduce myself. My name is هیچکس
and I come from the base of PartyZone.
(Translate their name if you'd like, it's Persian #IStillUseGoogleTranslate #SorryNotSorry)
**Gabby's POV**
We rode in the car all the way to Austria. Pesky broke the silence and asked, "Why're we going to Austria? We were supposed to go to London." "I need something from here... And someone," I said. "k," Pesky said.
"Stop right here," I said, "I'll go get the boat." I opened the car door. I closed it behind me and walked over to the enormous piles of boats. "Need a boat?" A voice asked. It was Waffles. "Oh yes, please, Waffles!" I begged. "Where are you headed to?" He asked. I replied, "London." "Could I come with you guys? I know- the car's probably packed but I could be useful." "Of course! I'd never leave anyone behind in this place," I said. "Great! How many people?" Waffles asked. I counted on my fingers, listing the names in my head. "10 in total," I replied after a minute. "Alright, be back in 20 minutes." #Legit
**Dizzeh's POV**
When the boat was attached to the car, we went back to France. A few zombies tried to get into the car. It was pretty funny seeing their lime green heads bang lightly on the glass. Once we finally got to a French beach, we all did our part and got the boat ready. We got on board.(After like 4 hours) But, before we set sail, a voice whispered the words, "من شما را به تماشای من." (Still Persian owo) I didn't know what language that was- all I knew was that it was a male, deep, dark voice. "Did anyone else hear that?" Everyone shook their heads. There it was again.. "آیا می شود ترس ... دیزی." "Please tell me someone heard that!" I cried. "Dizzeh, I think you need some rest," Sabreh told me. "I'm not insane- I heard it! In a different language!" Moogic and Sabreh took me to the resting area. As I went into a bed, I heard it again. But this time... it was female, soft, and gentle... and in a different language- I was sure. "ไม่ไว้ใจเขา." (Thai this time owo) "I heard that! Diz, that must be the voice!" Moogic chirped. "It was different- male and a different language." I replied. "oh," Moogic said. The male voice came back. "او قابل اعتماد نیست," It yelled! Yelled so loud, all three of us covered our ears. Finally, both voices argued in French, a language I knew a bit. But all I heard was, "Ils ne seront pas." I blacked out in the beginning and that was all I heard. I woke up. Still in the ship. I opened the door. "It's been three days... we were worried." They were skeletons. Not the people I was with, but of zombies.
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People in the story:
@Dizzeh , @Moogic , @Sabreh , @WafflesWoof
EDIT: oops forgot someone @Pesky owo
I could tell I was in France. Oh, but I should introduce myself. My name is هیچکس
and I come from the base of PartyZone.
(Translate their name if you'd like, it's Persian #IStillUseGoogleTranslate #SorryNotSorry)
**Gabby's POV**
We rode in the car all the way to Austria. Pesky broke the silence and asked, "Why're we going to Austria? We were supposed to go to London." "I need something from here... And someone," I said. "k," Pesky said.
"Stop right here," I said, "I'll go get the boat." I opened the car door. I closed it behind me and walked over to the enormous piles of boats. "Need a boat?" A voice asked. It was Waffles. "Oh yes, please, Waffles!" I begged. "Where are you headed to?" He asked. I replied, "London." "Could I come with you guys? I know- the car's probably packed but I could be useful." "Of course! I'd never leave anyone behind in this place," I said. "Great! How many people?" Waffles asked. I counted on my fingers, listing the names in my head. "10 in total," I replied after a minute. "Alright, be back in 20 minutes." #Legit
**Dizzeh's POV**
When the boat was attached to the car, we went back to France. A few zombies tried to get into the car. It was pretty funny seeing their lime green heads bang lightly on the glass. Once we finally got to a French beach, we all did our part and got the boat ready. We got on board.(After like 4 hours) But, before we set sail, a voice whispered the words, "من شما را به تماشای من." (Still Persian owo) I didn't know what language that was- all I knew was that it was a male, deep, dark voice. "Did anyone else hear that?" Everyone shook their heads. There it was again.. "آیا می شود ترس ... دیزی." "Please tell me someone heard that!" I cried. "Dizzeh, I think you need some rest," Sabreh told me. "I'm not insane- I heard it! In a different language!" Moogic and Sabreh took me to the resting area. As I went into a bed, I heard it again. But this time... it was female, soft, and gentle... and in a different language- I was sure. "ไม่ไว้ใจเขา." (Thai this time owo) "I heard that! Diz, that must be the voice!" Moogic chirped. "It was different- male and a different language." I replied. "oh," Moogic said. The male voice came back. "او قابل اعتماد نیست," It yelled! Yelled so loud, all three of us covered our ears. Finally, both voices argued in French, a language I knew a bit. But all I heard was, "Ils ne seront pas." I blacked out in the beginning and that was all I heard. I woke up. Still in the ship. I opened the door. "It's been three days... we were worried." They were skeletons. Not the people I was with, but of zombies.
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People in the story:
@Dizzeh , @Moogic , @Sabreh , @WafflesWoof
EDIT: oops forgot someone @Pesky owo
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