The town of non-believers

Ophelia walked down the corridors past old rooms who you wouldn’t believe could ever have been in the asylum.

As she got to the northern wing of the asylum she walked down to the end of it.

She opened the door and entered her room.

She looked around it, like always nothing had changed. The room still looked the same.

The walls was painted a beautiful rose red color, and it even had little roses on it.

Books and magazines was laying on the floor, and the right corner she had a bunch of pillows.

The room itself wasn’t the biggest one, but there was still room in it for her big bed.

The bed, which was the thing that used most of the space in the room, was a king sized bed filled with pillows in all shapes and dark colors.

Just over the bed on the wall, hung a painting of Ophelia’s mother, Izabelle.

Her mother had died when Ophelia was 5 years old and her death had left Ophelia’s father in a deep depression.

Izabelle, had been just as beautiful as her daughter was. Her orange hair was curly, and had always been hard to tame.

Her eyes had been blue as the ocean and her fur had been white as newly fallen snow.

She had been 18 when she gave birth to Ophelia and her twin brother Andrew and only 5 years later she got murdered by the zombies.

Ophelia wiped away a tear and looked away from the painting, she missed her so much even though it had been almost 13 years.

She sighed and wiped away more tears.

She heard a knock on the door and wiped away the last tears.

“Yes?”

The door opened and in came a pony looking just like her, only he had shorter hair and his eyes was red as blood.

“So, sis? I heard from father that you had a stranger save you today. Huh?”

He laughed and smirked.

“Weren’t you the one that never had to be saved by others?”

He kept laughing and walked over to her.

“Have you been crying?”

He asked as he looked shocked at her, he had never seen her cry before.

Ophelia looked at him with an empty look in her eyes.

“Shut up brat”

She turned her back to him and used her magic to put up some posters on the wall.

“What do you want?”

She sighed and turned around facing him, she looked annoyed at him.

He laughed a little.

“I just wanted to hang out with my favorite twin sister”

He smirked and laughed a little more.

Ophelia started walking towards the door.

“Hmm, well care to join in my killing spree then?”

She looked at him walked out the door and down the corridors, when they got to the entrance hall she suddenly stopped at the top of the stairs.

Grimtale hadn’t left, or so he had come back in an attempt to provoke her even more.

“Excuse me, didn’t I ask you to leave?”

She rolled her eyes at him not really waiting for a response.

“Did you? Hmmm, I don’t remember that little miss I need to be saved from the zombies”

Grimtale smirked and laughed at her reaction.

“Excuse me, but what are you saying to my sister?”

Andrew walked in front of her and stared at Grimtale. Grimtale just started laughing.

“Oh so you really can’t take care of yourself?”

He laughed even louder.

“Andrew, move”

Ophelia said with a low voice.

As soon as he had moved, she looked right at Grimtale with an angry look on her face.

“I don’t like your attitude against me, you brat!”

She yelled as she used her horn to lift Grimtale up into air.

“How about you say hello to the wall?!”

Just as she was about to throw him a voice was heard.

“OPHELIA!”