This wasn't ancient times. It wasn't even almost ancient but a bit more recent times.

It was now.

So, Barry's re-'quest', which, coming from his husband, Drew, meant order, seemed... stupid? And he'd tell him so. Except he wouldn't. He wasn't actually stupid.

Drew was buttering toast at the time, and his eyes faded from a brilliant blue to a murky dish water colour. His voice deepened, sounding as if a load of phlegm needed hacking up.

"Go forth, beyond the ruined Great Wall! Discover the source of the zombie infection! Save us!"

So, Barry stood up for himself.

"Yes, dear."

Here's the next entry for the LayethTheSmackDown Multigenre Mashup Smackdown. Again, perhaps less surprisingly this time, it's following on from Hope and The Fields of the Fallen and the Bones of the Dead.

It's a fantasy based drabble (so 100 words exactly - hand counted), and I'm very interested to see where this one leads! It's also making me want to revisit my fantasy story that I began years ago... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Check out the other entries in the Smackdown over on the Layeth profile.

Later, Sinners!