“Not too noisy, I hope?� Enikie looked over to Solana as she finished clearing the table.

Solana shook her head, “No, it's very comfortable here. Very lively.� There was that word again. Why did everything have to be so alive these days? Yet it was also comforting, as if she was trying to take in the liveliness around her to fulfill the strange lack of her own.

“You know, Ester works in your area. He goes by there every day. Hates the hour commute, but says his job is a good paying one.� Enikie began.

“I thought Ester was a girl's name.� Solana asked, realizing it may sound rude, though secretly it amused her.

“Don't let him catch you saying that.� Enikie laughed, “His parents must've had a sense of humor. He never told me if there was a reason on it or not, but he doesn't go with any nick names so I suppose he prefers Ester. Anyways, I was wondering, and I hope I don't seem too bold, if you'd like to work here. I really do need an assistant to help care for the place and the children, especially when all of them are home. We struggle on money, but I'm sure I can work out a decent payment.�

Solana caught her breath, looking down at her hands guiltily, “Er, I actually have a job. Going steady for almost four years now.�

Enikie gave a ready laugh again, “Oh dear, I'm sorry I didn't even ask that first. I must seem rather presumptuous.�

“I'd love to help out though. I don't think I can be here every day, but perhaps I could contribute money? I don't really use any myself.� Solana offered.

“Oh goodness no, I don't wish for any charity. We'd all enjoy your company, is what I meant.�

<End drabble.>
Another never-to-be-finished story. I figured if vampires had so many different stories about them with skin that burns in the light or just glitters, or whatever, zombies should be more than brain-hungry things. I did have a nice plot laid out with a particular zombie defect that'd be important later and of course large corporation intervention, but meh.