06-22-2017, 08:54 PM
As the sun drifts up, the item drifts down, and once again I don’t wait for it to drop. I jump up the moment it’s within reach, and snatch it out of the sky before returning to the ground. With Hendy watching, I rip open the package.
“Eh, more worthless junk. Why are we even here?”
Victor seems uncomfortable but says nothing.
“Tch. Let’s head back to the safehouse.”
That’s right. I need sleep, but not with that fucking zombie watching me. I’m convinced now, on edge. I can feel his eyes on my back, assessing me, and I don’t like it.
“The safehouse, my lord? But we just came from there. Why would he head back …?”
I wheel around. “Don’t question me, Hendy! We’re going back to the safehouse, and you can come or you can sit out here. Don’t … forget your place. You’re a peon,” I spit, “And you do as I say.”
My eyes light up in the darkness. Then I turn and begin the long march back. I stumble and trip in the half-light, but my pounding heart keeps me awake and alert. I know I shouldn’t lose my cool – it’s unbecoming of a God. But I’m tired, and it’s affecting my judgement.
Yes … maybe that’s it. Victor is just a man, a foolish man. Maybe he’s a bit more resilient than the rest, but …
NO! The man’s a goddamn zombie! Did you see that, back when he fought Odin?! You saw what you saw! And why, why isn’t he the one tripping over and losing his shit right now?! I’m a God, I should have twice the resilience he does, and yet he’s still on his feet, still walking.
I can’t do this right now. I’m falling apart, I’m losing my mind. I’ve got no energy to debate this.
“Eh, more worthless junk. Why are we even here?”
Victor seems uncomfortable but says nothing.
“Tch. Let’s head back to the safehouse.”
That’s right. I need sleep, but not with that fucking zombie watching me. I’m convinced now, on edge. I can feel his eyes on my back, assessing me, and I don’t like it.
“The safehouse, my lord? But we just came from there. Why would he head back …?”
I wheel around. “Don’t question me, Hendy! We’re going back to the safehouse, and you can come or you can sit out here. Don’t … forget your place. You’re a peon,” I spit, “And you do as I say.”
My eyes light up in the darkness. Then I turn and begin the long march back. I stumble and trip in the half-light, but my pounding heart keeps me awake and alert. I know I shouldn’t lose my cool – it’s unbecoming of a God. But I’m tired, and it’s affecting my judgement.
Yes … maybe that’s it. Victor is just a man, a foolish man. Maybe he’s a bit more resilient than the rest, but …
NO! The man’s a goddamn zombie! Did you see that, back when he fought Odin?! You saw what you saw! And why, why isn’t he the one tripping over and losing his shit right now?! I’m a God, I should have twice the resilience he does, and yet he’s still on his feet, still walking.
I can’t do this right now. I’m falling apart, I’m losing my mind. I’ve got no energy to debate this.
Quote:Enel+Vic moving from B9 to B10.
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