Zarrah ignored Isis' protests, merely pulling her into the fog and darkness until Lost was completely gone. Moving through the trees and brush, the tall doll wheezed for breath as they walked quickly, almost jogging. Zarrah grunted in relief as a tacky wooden fence came into view. It's rotted posts were falling apart, and offered easy entrance to both girls. Inside the border marker was a dingy town, all of it sized perfectly for dolls. Everything had fallen into disrepair - shingles were missing off of ever single roof, windows without glass were borded up, and the wooden foundations were rotting.
There was no movement, no life. The occassional fluttering sheet hung tattered from a few posts between the shacks, and shadows melded with sickness thoughout the town. Zarrah plodded on, her breathing getting worse as she went.
"Mother," she hacked, "is inside." Letting out a few racking coughs, the sickly doll pulled Isis into the largest structure there - a canvas tent.
Inside there were a few other dolls that sat huddled about a woman who lay on the floor. Mother's breathing was shallow as she slept, and every other life form seemed just as sick and tired as Zarrah appeared to be. Zarrah released Isis' wrist as the two of them approached Mother, and only a few dolls looked up to see who they were. Each of them seemed to be having trouble breathing, but none were as affected as Lost had been.
Stepping up beside Mother's face, Zarrah pressed a bleached hand on the woman's face, her expression neutral. "Mother," she said quietly, sitting to lean against the unconscious woman's neck. Turning her glazed eyes to Isis, she frowned. "Help her."


((Have you ever played Resident Evil on Xbox 360?? >.>' I know, random. :P))