The forests of Wonderland had been relatively silent this past week, as if holding its breath, trying not to let the zombies fully infect its heart. So many people gone. The mad hatter gone missing, hundreds turned into zombies, and the rest trapped in those so called safe houses, it was like the whole world had gone mad. How… wonderful.
Most people had no idea what the Cheshire cat did in his spare time. Honestly speaking, he didn’t either. After all, you need to first know what you do in order to know what you did, and it was so inconvenient to bother knowing what you were actually doing. Or was it? In any case, it was more of a question to ask what he did in his un-spare time, which was a rather smaller proportion of time and therefore easier to quantify, but rather curiously, no one had ever asked him that one. Shame, really, it might have been interesting to combobulate someone with.
The turquoise-striped cat was currently not sitting in a tree, and not watching the zombies, because he currently was simply “not,” as he often was. If anyone could be “not” and “was” at the same time, it was him. In any case, he found the zombies rather dull. They didn’t pose a threat to him and taken away his largest source of amusement, which was the perpetually angry red queen. He hadn’t had much reason to not be “not” lately. The dark mood that seemed to hang over the world he was used to was not unusual, just exceptionally boring. He’d stayed so long in Wonderland, because it was delightfully irritating and he got to be the most delightfully irritating of the lot, but there was no one here anymore, other than those brainless zombies. He’d considered joining his compatriots at the closest safe house, simply for the fun of it, but cages didn’t suit a creature like him. No, much better to start wandering the other worlds, hoping that some place was different. He hadn’t yet found one, but as he’d passed into the magicless world, he could tell some kind of madness was waiting.
So he was not sitting in a tree, and not watching the zombies, because he currently was simply “not” at all, but if anyone had looked in that direction, they might have done a double-take, convinced they’d just seen a disembodied smile, watching, waiting, quite at home here as it had been in its native environment.
Because everywhere was Wonderland when everyone was mad.