Ghost and Amber left quietly and headed towards the graveyard. There was no point in trying to take on the whole world. Quite simply, it was rather too big. Instead safety came from understanding how the various alliances and ebbed and flowed. Ghost had a number of residences. It was safe here for now, but it was always a good idea to have other places to run to. The graveyard worked remarkably well. Superstition was as old as humanity, deeply embedded no matter how much some protested. Fortunately, even in a world of ghouls and “undead”, the actual dead still rested peacefully.
Despite the hardship and desolation, the graveyard, like the rest of the area near the church had a feeling of peace to it. True, the grass grew a little longer than it should, but somehow it never seemed to get out of control. Flowers mysteriously found their way here too. Amber suspected Gideon, but she had never seen him here. The pair entered the small house that had been set aside for gravediggers many years ago. They never bothered to lock the door. This was simply a place to rest and think. People respected each other here. For many of them respect was one of the few things they had left. Food, water and shelter would always be provided to those in need. No one would break into someone else's home. “So do you want to go now or later?” Ghost asked.
Amber flopped onto the couch sending small puffs of dust spiraling into the air.
“Sleep is good,” she purred, rolling over and closing her eyes, not even bothering to get out of her clothes. Ghost nodded. He headed back outside to stare at the stars. He had always liked looking up at the vast night sky. It made him feel better to see something so much bigger than he could truly comprehend. He walked silently through the graves sorting out his thoughts. Finally when the sun began to rise, he headed back inside and, as Amber had taken the couch, he headed upstairs to the comfortable and slightly less dusty bed.
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