I aimed a warning shot. Inches away from his head as it embedded itself into the wall.

"That was a warning. The next one will be going through your head."

The zombie raised its eyebrows and suddenly his attitude changed.

"Woah! Are you some kind of hit woman or something?! I was joking! I've always wanted to say that! I was messin' ! Please don't shoot me!"

He put his arms over his head in defence.

What a wuss.

Cole was watching the shot I just fired in awe. It was now trying to melt the wall.

"Crap. I knew I shouldn't of packed those Hellfire bullets. They're such a waste of time." The zombie started shaking in terror.

"Did you say Hellfire bullets? Ah! Em Ok, Ok I'll talk, I'll talk! Please don't shoot me! Please put the gun away!"

I rose an eyebrow in amusement at this excuse for a zombie. He may not of looked like a zombie, but he certainly smelt like one. He had stitches running up his torso and arms and was only wearing a pair of jeans which looked to small for his newly mutated body. His eyes were now dark and soulless which contrasted against his terrified facial expression as he cowered in the corner with his hands over his head. Quite a funny sight really. I sighed and decided to speed things up a bit.

I quickly sped over to him, picked him up with one hand and flung him against the wall and threatened, "Tell me everything you know about the Red Lotus clan!"

Thanks to me tangling with a vampire early on in my detective days, allowed me to do this. It wasn't the first time I'd dealt with these situations and it certainly wasn't the last.

"Tell me!" I yelled. I was getting impatient. I threw him to the ground as he whimpered in fear. I brought out my gun and held it to his head.

He pleaded. "I can't they'll kill me!"

I started to laugh. " If you haven't noticed you're sort of already dead! And you're not in a good position to negotiate."

"Please! Don't shoot me!" He begged again.

Cole suddenly spoke up. I had forgotten he was even there.

"Don't Mitch! He's not worth it!"

I stopped and turned to face him. 

"Did you just call me, Mitch! I am a girl you idiot! You have barely known me for five minutes and your already giving me a nickname!"

Cole started to blush and look down at his feet, stuttering nonsense as the zombie howled with laughter as tears streamed down his face.

I turned my steely eyes onto the laughing zombie and kicked him in the face. He howled as he clutched his face in agony.

Cole then started sniggering.

I'd had enough. I grabbed Cole by the scruff of his neck and threw him down on top of the howling zombie.

Cole was now sitting on top of him.

'Now both of you tell me exactly what I want to here. You. Shut the hell up.' She pointed the gun at Cole. 'And you. Start talking.' she threatened the slightly squished zombie.

He looked warily at me after several minutes. "OK. I'll tell you on one condition."

I rose my eyebrows up at him again. "And what would that be?"

The zombie paused and looked at me. "No zombie can survive without their creator by their side. I, unfortunately am the only person on this earth to be born a zombie." 

I stared at him in shock. "That's not possible. Zombie's can only be made. Either raised by nemocrancer's or a human bitten by an existing zombie. Zombie's can't exactly..' 

He smiled and said "You know your stuff I'll give you that. My mother was human and was bitten as soon as I was about to be born. His powers so to speak, killed my mother and changed me into what I am. I'll tell you the rest on one condition."

"You become my Master."

Cole stared at him. "What is that, exactly?"

I knew exactly what that was. "So you want me,to be your babysitter? Hell no!"

He looked up at me with pleading eyes. "I want to help you. I've always wanted to be a sidekick! Please, Master!"

I sighed. He was just like a kid.

"So you basically want me, to be your babysitter? What's in it for me? What makes you think you would be useful to me?" 

The zombie smiled, knowingly. "What if I could tell you everything you've ever wanted to know about the Red Lotus clan and then some?"

I stared at him for several minutes. "It's a good thing I'm too curious for my own good. Otherwise I'd never agree to this. You'd better pull your own weight, zombie boy."

He mock saluted me, cut his wrist with his finger nail and grabbed my hand. Suddenly, the drops formed a ring surrounding both of our wrists and left a moth eaten mark on my skin and a clean skinned mark on the zombie's.  

The zombie smiled a toothy grin. "I'm Matt. It's a pleasure to serve you. Master." 

I rolled my eyes.

"Call me Mitchie."

What did I get myself into?