Excerpt: Haunting on the Disco Grounds

"Oh my god!” cried Mei, as Leo lurched into the room, covered from head to toe in blood and a few guts.

“Don’t worry,” he said, a bloody hand up in explanation. “Its not mine.” Nonetheless, he looked positively giddy at the ordeal of slicing up the undead and being covered with their viscera.

“Pity,” sighed Alestor, sounding disappointed.

“Did you know,” Leo said, wringing out blood from his tactical vest. “That blood is an amazing moisturizer? How d’you think I get such silky smooth skin?" It was probably the almost psychotically sincere look on his face that made it the most horrifying for her.

Mei gaped in horror. Alestor replied with disdain, “That has got to be the gayest thing I’ve ever heard you say, Griffin.” “Shut up, Alestor.” Leo was toweling off as he reported the situation: "Yeaaaaah. Its not good." "Swell!" Alestor said, boisterously. "We're going to earn a good paycheck then!

Henri lurched in, also covered in blood, but not as extensively as Leo had been.

“Henri!!” cried Mei, rushing to him with a hot, wet towel.

“Don’t worry,” he said dully. “Its not my blood.” “Thank god!” she replied, wringing her hands.

“Did you know,” he said, still with an straight, even tone of voice.

“That blood is an excellent conditioner? Its superb for hair.”

Mei stared at him aghast. Alestor rolled his eyes.

“Stop hanging out with Leo.”

Henri turned to the ex-marine. “Ok, I said it, where’s my $25?”

It wasn't maybe a minute before Yoko made her way into the room, looking much like Leo and Henri, but wearing a look of irritation as well. “I hope its not all yours,” Alestor said, sounding just barely concerned. “Not at all,” she said, accepting a clean towel from Henri. Mei looked a little relieved.

“You’re not going to say that blood is beneficial for any health reasons, right?” asked Mei, looking quite ill.