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[bitchofthewest]

*the near-legendary middle of camp is soaked with blood and zombie detritus. if the smell didn't keep you away, you might notice that the prepubescent girl sitting near the center of the carnage is on a clean, dry spot in the grass, with not a speck of blood on her white dress. she seems to be annoyed by something

Comments

[perennially]

. . . the zombies?

[bitchofthewest]

Those dead creatures, yes. I was really expecting much more than that.

[perennially]

You like fighting?

[bitchofthewest]

I guess that's a word for it...

[perennially]

Or is it something else?

[bitchofthewest]

I just can't abide some kinds of irritation, that's all.

[perennially]

I see.

[bitchofthewest]

I'm glad. It's quite simple.

[perennially]

. . . Are you okay? You look fine, but I thought I would double check.

[bitchofthewest]

If such weak things are the standard fare here, I wouldn't think there'd be so much concern...! Unless there is more beneath the surface.