08-20-2015, 01:54 AM
Well, looks like I got a little carried away there. My bad. Not only was I not able to turn off my appetite before I nearly brained the guy, but I almost ate blondie as well. And after all the help she’d been giving me lately, I can’t help but to feel a little sheepish about it. I guess I’m not as in control as I thought I was.
Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. I mean, I’m a monster now. Just being around these guys is putting their lives at risk. I shoulda just walked straight to Darkshire and let the guard put an arrow in my head. Woulda been way fucking better than almost eating the closest things I’ve had to friends in years.
So, here I am, feeling sheepish as hell while Ol’ Rough-And-Tumble fixed up Blondie. Hell, the guy needed help himself, and it didn’t seem the droid was about to offer any. I wish I could, but I’m more likely to make things worse than to help any. I guess I’ll just stand around like a dumbass and wait for the fully cognitive folks to get shit together. At least if I don’t move anywhere, I can’t set off any more traps.
Once again, I find myself thankful for at least SOMETHING in this whole zombie bullshit scenario I’ve been living. Standing around, or doing anything for a long time, didn’t really bother me anymore. My body didn’t feel any of the discomfort that normal folks would with standing still, or running for long periods, or even lying in a weird position. And hell, I didn’t have enough mental faculties left to get bored of it. So, I guess it could be worse… I could be one of those monsters that still had to deal with mortal shit.
Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. I mean, I’m a monster now. Just being around these guys is putting their lives at risk. I shoulda just walked straight to Darkshire and let the guard put an arrow in my head. Woulda been way fucking better than almost eating the closest things I’ve had to friends in years.
So, here I am, feeling sheepish as hell while Ol’ Rough-And-Tumble fixed up Blondie. Hell, the guy needed help himself, and it didn’t seem the droid was about to offer any. I wish I could, but I’m more likely to make things worse than to help any. I guess I’ll just stand around like a dumbass and wait for the fully cognitive folks to get shit together. At least if I don’t move anywhere, I can’t set off any more traps.
Once again, I find myself thankful for at least SOMETHING in this whole zombie bullshit scenario I’ve been living. Standing around, or doing anything for a long time, didn’t really bother me anymore. My body didn’t feel any of the discomfort that normal folks would with standing still, or running for long periods, or even lying in a weird position. And hell, I didn’t have enough mental faculties left to get bored of it. So, I guess it could be worse… I could be one of those monsters that still had to deal with mortal shit.