Chapter 4

I walk up to the tailor's shop and knock on the door. I hear a few footsteps and then an old woman with a monkey tail answered it. "Oh my goodness! What are you doing out in the cold rain at this hour? Get in quickly!" she said. I go in and she makes me sit down next to a fireplace before bringing a towel from another room.

"You seem to have quite the home here, ma'am, I heard you were a good tailor," I said as she offered me a cup of coffee which I declined. "Where ever did you hear that?" asked the old lady. "A guy with a dog's face. He also said to tell Agnus that Lynn's father sent me here and I will get the best suits." I said. "Oh that silly Gerald, I only sell my best works. So what can I do for you?" said the lady.

"If I am being honest, that looks perfect," I said pointing at an old black blazer with a matching fedora, pants, and vest. "Well, of course, let me just make a bigger one so that it fits you. You can stay here until it's done," she said. A few days passed and she completed the request. She also made some purple gloves and boots to go with the tie.

She also gave me a raincoat to protect me from the seemingly neverending rain showers. It seemed that it never went away for more than an hour before returning and has been that way since I arrived. So after I get my new clothes I head out and look around. I notice a bar with a giant bear sign on its building.

So I walked into the bar and was greeted by the bartender. She was a beautiful lady with bear paws instead of hands and she had short brown hair and baby blue eyes. I sat at the table and placed a gold coin on the desk. "What would you like to have sir?" she asked. "You chose," I said pushing the coin toward her. "There isn't exactly a wide variety of options that we provide so it should be easy to choose yourself," she said.

"Well, you seemed to have been doing this whole bartender thing for a while so I figured you should know what to start a guy off with," I said. "What makes you say that?" she asked. "I'd rather not say," I replied. "Well, what brings you to this small town?" she asked "I'm here on a mission to track down and eliminate someone," I said. "Could you tell me who that someone is?" she asked.

"You call him the Zombie king," I said. I then hear a group laugh behind me. "Really? Who's helping you?" she asked passing me a drink. "Nobody, now if you'll excuse me, I am going to leave. I wouldn't want any nosy people causing any inconveniences to you because of me. After all, I lived my whole life with that kind of guilt eating me away." I said before gulping down the drink and walking away."Oi! Where do you think you're going?" asked a man he tried to put his hand on my shoulder which I shoved off.

"Do not touch me," I said in response to his action. "So, you think you are a tough guy *hic*," he asked. "Just leave me alone," I said walking off. "Come back here you son of a pair of dogs!" he said. I stopped. "Did. You. Just. Call. My. Dead. Parents. DOGS!" I said with poisonous rage in my voice. "Yeah, what are you *hic* going to *hic* do about it *hic* you, stupid kid, *hic* run to *hic* your mommy *hic* *hic* oh right *hic* you said she's dead haha! *hic,* don't worry *hic* I'll send you to her *hic* HAHAHAHA!" he said.

"You just dug your own grave," I said turning around with tears flowing down my face. "Hey look the crybaby *hic* is going to *hic* bury me. HAHA AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." He said. I then took out my fedora and raincoat and place them on the floor. I then gave him a death stare which made him flinch. "Hey guys, take this outside," said the bartender.

"I *hic* fight whoever I want whenever I want, *hic*, I will not listen to some filthy animal *hic*," he said. I have had enough of this guy's disrespect so run and grab him then slam him into the wooden floor. He gets to his feet and wobbly toward me so I slam him into a table, then I grab him by the throat and drag him across the floor while ignoring the gasps and screams in the room.

I drag him to the door and toss him outside, and into a pothole filled with mud. He slowly struggles to his feet as I run to him and kick him in the groin then pick him up onto my shoulder and slam him headfirst into the ground. I then proceed to absorb his soul into my eyes. Lightning bolts crashed from the clouds to the ground around us burning his body greatly. I then place his hands on his chest and return to get my coat and fedora.

I return and put my clothes back on and then leave a handful of coins inside the glass cup that once held the drink before the brawl. "What's this for?" asked the bartender. "The damages," I said before leaving in the drizzling rain.