"Alright, so there's a big old white furry ugly thang standing there staring at us. Does that about sum up our current situation?" asked Liam Moor.
No one else had anything to say. They had been on the verge of cannibalism, but this new development had all of their attention. Suddenly, Julianne said, "His name is Kohmos. He is a Guardian of Shangri La. He has taken care of the zombies in the area and he will now take us to the palace."
"Lady, you're starting to freak me out, but since you're at it, why don't you ask if Cosmo here has any food at this palace of his so we don't have to eat Tom, Dick and Harry," remarked Liam.
"There is food at the palace. He is able to talk through me because I am pregnant and he is able to connect spiritually and psychically with my unborn child."
Beau hadn't known yet about his wife's pregnancy. He jumped in the air and let out a whoop of joy. Of course, this was the weirdest thing any of them had ever seen.
Darion asked, "Is this that Shangri La of legend, shaped like a lotus and hidden in the Himalayas?"
"Naw, it's Shangri La, New Jersey, dumbass. We're in the Himmies, yuh! What I want to know is, how's he gonna get us to this magical city of blah blah blah," uttered Liam.
In response, Kohmos picked up the back of the bus with his bare hands.
"Wait, so this yeti dude is gonna drag us in this bus all the way there?" asked Liam.
Again, in response to Liam's question, five other yeti appeared from the woods. They took the bus, three to a side and carried it like pall bearers. The six survivors loaded onto the bus and they were on their way.
"All my life, I've always been the pall bearer, never the corpse. Now I'm riding in style," said Liam.
When the group got to the gates of the fabled city, the yeti put the bus down and opened the gate. An ornately carved wood sign above the gate said, 'Love is all good people need'. The survivors piled out and entered the walls of the city. The first thing they noticed was that the people had bluish gray skin.
The natives spoke through telepathy. The six survivors were split up so that they could each have their individual needs.
Julianne had been injured in the bus explosion. She was taken to a room where there were three of the Shangri as she came to know them. They had her lie down on a table. The three Shangri began to sing. They didn't sing through their mouths. They had holes in the backs of their necks through which an airy whistling sound emitted. As the three singers harmonized, Julianne could feel her wounds mending and soothing. Before long, she was feeling stronger and was able to rise to a sitting position.
In a different room, Darion was laid out on a table. He had been shot by a guard at Xi'an. He had lost a lot of blood and was not in good health. The Shangri made a critical decision to transplant his heart with that of a yeti. News of this caused quite a buzz among the Shangri. They called the yeti, 'Guardians'. Darion didn't know why the Shangri were so excited. After the operation was completed, the three singers came into the room and before long, he was sitting up on the table.
Suddenly, the double doors that led into the room opened and a table was wheeled in. On the table was a Shangri who was dressed in elegant robes. Through the language of the mind, Darion knew this was Shwama Po, the 31st king of Shangri La.
Shwama Po reached out a hand and took Darion's hand in his. "You are the one of whom the prophecy of Shambhala speaks. You shall be known as Guardian Heart. You are now the 32nd king of Shangri La and you shall save the world." With that, Shwama Po withdrew his hand, exhaled, and never drew another breath. Darion was left with a myriad of questions.
No one else had anything to say. They had been on the verge of cannibalism, but this new development had all of their attention. Suddenly, Julianne said, "His name is Kohmos. He is a Guardian of Shangri La. He has taken care of the zombies in the area and he will now take us to the palace."
"Lady, you're starting to freak me out, but since you're at it, why don't you ask if Cosmo here has any food at this palace of his so we don't have to eat Tom, Dick and Harry," remarked Liam.
"There is food at the palace. He is able to talk through me because I am pregnant and he is able to connect spiritually and psychically with my unborn child."
Beau hadn't known yet about his wife's pregnancy. He jumped in the air and let out a whoop of joy. Of course, this was the weirdest thing any of them had ever seen.
Darion asked, "Is this that Shangri La of legend, shaped like a lotus and hidden in the Himalayas?"
"Naw, it's Shangri La, New Jersey, dumbass. We're in the Himmies, yuh! What I want to know is, how's he gonna get us to this magical city of blah blah blah," uttered Liam.
In response, Kohmos picked up the back of the bus with his bare hands.
"Wait, so this yeti dude is gonna drag us in this bus all the way there?" asked Liam.
Again, in response to Liam's question, five other yeti appeared from the woods. They took the bus, three to a side and carried it like pall bearers. The six survivors loaded onto the bus and they were on their way.
"All my life, I've always been the pall bearer, never the corpse. Now I'm riding in style," said Liam.
When the group got to the gates of the fabled city, the yeti put the bus down and opened the gate. An ornately carved wood sign above the gate said, 'Love is all good people need'. The survivors piled out and entered the walls of the city. The first thing they noticed was that the people had bluish gray skin.
The natives spoke through telepathy. The six survivors were split up so that they could each have their individual needs.
Julianne had been injured in the bus explosion. She was taken to a room where there were three of the Shangri as she came to know them. They had her lie down on a table. The three Shangri began to sing. They didn't sing through their mouths. They had holes in the backs of their necks through which an airy whistling sound emitted. As the three singers harmonized, Julianne could feel her wounds mending and soothing. Before long, she was feeling stronger and was able to rise to a sitting position.
In a different room, Darion was laid out on a table. He had been shot by a guard at Xi'an. He had lost a lot of blood and was not in good health. The Shangri made a critical decision to transplant his heart with that of a yeti. News of this caused quite a buzz among the Shangri. They called the yeti, 'Guardians'. Darion didn't know why the Shangri were so excited. After the operation was completed, the three singers came into the room and before long, he was sitting up on the table.
Suddenly, the double doors that led into the room opened and a table was wheeled in. On the table was a Shangri who was dressed in elegant robes. Through the language of the mind, Darion knew this was Shwama Po, the 31st king of Shangri La.
Shwama Po reached out a hand and took Darion's hand in his. "You are the one of whom the prophecy of Shambhala speaks. You shall be known as Guardian Heart. You are now the 32nd king of Shangri La and you shall save the world." With that, Shwama Po withdrew his hand, exhaled, and never drew another breath. Darion was left with a myriad of questions.
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