06-22-2017, 12:22 PM
The tablet buzzes and I reach into my backpack wearily to grab it. The smooth surface of the Syntech device feels … weird beneath my hands. Makes the tips of my fingers feel numb and tingly.
I look at the announcement.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!”
We just walked past the drop zone. On the other hand …
Vic clears his throat. “We need to drop into a safehouse quick-like, or … the drops will be irrelevant, God.”
“I know that,” I snarl, half-pacing half-swaying in indecision. Do we go back? Do we carry on? Gahhh!
“Let’s move!” I bark. “We need to get to the safehouse, then back to B9 for that drop! I will not lose another pickup to foolishness!”
That’s right. Fuck sleep deprivation, fuck those other contestants and fuck that giant squawking southbird that’s been following us for the past half hour.
“Fuck you, southbird!” I scream behind us.
Hendy looks mildly perturbed. The southbird caws mockingly.
I do my best to ignore it, and press on. The good news is, I know this path – I’ve been here before. The bad news is, that means I’ve now gone a near full-circle, round the island, without sleeping. I don’t even have the energy to sustain my mantra anymore. If anyone should attack us …
That’s not even my main concern. Hendy … who is he? He doesn’t seem at all tired, and he’s been walking with me this whole time. Is he waiting for me to let my guard down? Is he gonna drink my blood like he did Odin?!
Maybe he’s here to drink the blood of Gods. That would make sense. For a zombie, the blood of a God is probably the best you can get. Which makes mine … like what a pina colada would be right now in this me-forsaken fucking rainforest.
I look at the announcement.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!”
We just walked past the drop zone. On the other hand …
Vic clears his throat. “We need to drop into a safehouse quick-like, or … the drops will be irrelevant, God.”
“I know that,” I snarl, half-pacing half-swaying in indecision. Do we go back? Do we carry on? Gahhh!
“Let’s move!” I bark. “We need to get to the safehouse, then back to B9 for that drop! I will not lose another pickup to foolishness!”
That’s right. Fuck sleep deprivation, fuck those other contestants and fuck that giant squawking southbird that’s been following us for the past half hour.
“Fuck you, southbird!” I scream behind us.
Hendy looks mildly perturbed. The southbird caws mockingly.
I do my best to ignore it, and press on. The good news is, I know this path – I’ve been here before. The bad news is, that means I’ve now gone a near full-circle, round the island, without sleeping. I don’t even have the energy to sustain my mantra anymore. If anyone should attack us …
That’s not even my main concern. Hendy … who is he? He doesn’t seem at all tired, and he’s been walking with me this whole time. Is he waiting for me to let my guard down? Is he gonna drink my blood like he did Odin?!
Maybe he’s here to drink the blood of Gods. That would make sense. For a zombie, the blood of a God is probably the best you can get. Which makes mine … like what a pina colada would be right now in this me-forsaken fucking rainforest.
Quote:Enel and Harlan go B10 to B12.
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