Morning, Layla! Been a while, huh? Last time, in the Fiero legacy…
- Hotheaded conspiracy theory enthusiast Layla Fiero arrived in Shellcastle Sands, a city rumoured to be crawling with paranormal crime syndicates
- After a week or two of “investigative journalism”, she recieved a mysterious job offer from another private investigator
- Her investigations & her penchant for vigilantism have led to her recieving threats, more than once
- She dated a surfer guy called Abe for a while but they didn’t have a lot in common. She’s also pretty close friends with television Chef, Roisin Kelly
- More recently she and ametuer video-editor Kurt Stamper have been getting more serious! It’s an open relationship, but for a commitment-phobe like Layla it’s still a pretty big deal.
Layla heads to work in good spirits, but her boss has some stern words for her: apparently she needs to “stop provoking people” and “draws too much attention to herself”! A demotion??? Come on!
How did he even find out about her fight with that zombie guy? The zombie had warned her he was “calling in a favour to get her demoted” - how did he even have that kind of power? She was so confused!
And so furious!
Once she was done crying it out, it was time to research. Just who was that zombie in the club, and how was he connected to her mysterious employer???
Layla: Hey, asshole. I’ve got a couple of questions for you.
Drew: What the hell are you-?
Layla: How did you get me demoted? How are you connected to my boss??? I want answers!
Drew: Maybe settle down, stop threatening me in my own front yard, and we’ll talk.
Drew: You’re not the only person working for the boss. I happen to be an informant of his, too.
Layla: Why didn’t you just say that?
Drew: Has anyone ever told you you’re quite an agressive person? I know you’re still new to the city, but you’re making a lot of enemies.
Layla: Is that a threat?
Drew: It’s advice. You might have more luck investigating things if you changed up your approach.
Layla: Whatever. I don’t need “advice” from some elixir-junkie.
Drew: I’d kick your ass for that comment, if it weren’t for your current condition.
Layla: My what?
Drew: Nevermind, just get the fuck out of my house.
Layla: Fine!
Her “condition”? What did that even mean?
Oh.
Well, great. She was pregnant? Not exactly part of the plan for her exciting new life… but she had to admit, commitment-averse as she might be, the idea of having a kid did hold some appeal. Someone to follow in her footsteps, like a little apprentice! Maybe she could swing it.
She was a little tempted to stay home from work - but if she was going to be buying a crib, baby food, etc. she was going to need all the funds she could get! Besides, she didn’t want to risk the case going cold while she was taking the time off…
Layla: Hello? Ugh, you again!! What do you want??
Drew: Just checking up on you.
Layla: That sounds suspicious. I got a question for you, by the way. How’d you know I was pregnant? Do zombies have precognition? I thought that was just a witch thing.
Drew: Zombies don’t have supernatural abilities, Layla. Zombiism is a medical condition.
Layla: “Medical condition”? Isn’t it, like, a curse?
Drew: Two ways of looking at the same thing.
Layla: What makes you the expert?
Drew: Well firstly I actually have the condition in question. Second, I’m a nurse.
Layla: You’re a nurse???
Drew: Yes. That’s how I knew you were pregnant.
Layla: Still sounds kinda weird. I mean, most nurses would need to do an actual test, they can’t just tell someone’s pregnant just by looking at them…
