Or it’s an un-lifetime membership to the craving for tasty, tasty brains club? Got it.
[ The flippant words do nothing to hide the near nauseated expression which flashes across his face, or how his hands shake and almost—almost—fumble the knife in a way which reveals just how much he doesn’t, in fact, got this. Turns out facing an aggressive, unthinking horde is worse the second time. At least the actives were alive. Brainwashed, sure, but not... decaying, with all the sights and smells implied. And the remote wipe gun? Destructive, awful, and entirely more his speed than stabbing something through the face until...
He pushes down the thought (and accompanying images) and tightens his grip on the weapon. ]
We need to go. Somewhere. Anywhere not here. [ Oh hey, epiphany ] Up there!
[ Chase scenes across time may have lied about the easy availability and frequency of fire escapes, but there’s a window only a little higher than their heads. Closed, possibly locked, but... better than nothing? ]
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[ The flippant words do nothing to hide the near nauseated expression which flashes across his face, or how his hands shake and almost—almost—fumble the knife in a way which reveals just how much he doesn’t, in fact, got this. Turns out facing an aggressive, unthinking horde is worse the second time. At least the actives were alive. Brainwashed, sure, but not... decaying, with all the sights and smells implied. And the remote wipe gun? Destructive, awful, and entirely more his speed than stabbing something through the face until...
He pushes down the thought (and accompanying images) and tightens his grip on the weapon. ]
We need to go. Somewhere. Anywhere not here. [ Oh hey, epiphany ] Up there!
[ Chase scenes across time may have lied about the easy availability and frequency of fire escapes, but there’s a window only a little higher than their heads. Closed, possibly locked, but... better than nothing? ]