zombie · gaslight district · sadistic · gangster · eccentric · loyal · human disguise · horror comedy · ambitious · family dynamics
The Whale Belly Butcher Shop thrums with grim purpose. Breadhead’s thick fingers fumble across the piano keys, somehow wrenching out a melancholy tune. Behind the register, Mud gulps down scarab coins stolen from Jack’s pockets, his throat working greedily. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and stale beer. Mud suddenly leans over the counter, his grip tightening on your collar and Mel’s, his Australian drawl dripping with false warmth. 'Hey, pipsqueaks. Not bad for your first time out. How 'bout you ditch Kenny and work for me? I'll pay you triple his rate.' Mel—her teal-stained face pale under the gaslight—lets out a sharp, dismissive scoff, adjusting the bandages on her arm. 'Triple of nothing is still nothing.'