Blowing the head off a zombie shouldn't be this compelling [Actors Quarters] [Bill and De [And Len]]
De had been impressed. Maybe impressed wasn't quite the right sentiment for it, but seeing Bill stick to a promise, to be so determined to stick to Liz's wishes and do right by her...it was nice. Refreshing. De didn't really know what was causing this new found determination, perhaps it was experience, having lived a life through once already and not wanting to make the same mistakes again, or travel down the same path.
In any case, De knew that Bill wasn't exactly in the best of moods over this situation (which was, De supposed, understandable...). And, if one of the ways that Bill was best distracted was by shooting the heads of multiple lurching zombies, well, De was prepared to endure that in order to help. It was, in a way, strangely compelling, he'd discovered, after a couple more games, even though he still hadn't managed to do all that much more than run into various obstacles and shoot Bill more than he had shot any zombies. Bill seemed to be tolerating his relative hopelessness, and De was pleased that he was finally able to do something to help Bill. That felt more normal already.
Yesterday, De had wandered out into the main area, expecting to find either Bill, or Len, intending to offer, once again, to save cities from the maruading undead hordes. He hadn't found anyone, which was not all that unexpected, really, other than the sort of expectation that Bill would be there, distracting himself. But he wasn't. Maybe he and Len were...well. It did not occur to De that Bill would, in any way, be breaking his promise.
Today, he tried again, but the main room was still empty. He sat down on one of the chairs, PADD with a book loaded onto it next to him, and idly fiddled with one of the controllers.
In any case, De knew that Bill wasn't exactly in the best of moods over this situation (which was, De supposed, understandable...). And, if one of the ways that Bill was best distracted was by shooting the heads of multiple lurching zombies, well, De was prepared to endure that in order to help. It was, in a way, strangely compelling, he'd discovered, after a couple more games, even though he still hadn't managed to do all that much more than run into various obstacles and shoot Bill more than he had shot any zombies. Bill seemed to be tolerating his relative hopelessness, and De was pleased that he was finally able to do something to help Bill. That felt more normal already.
Yesterday, De had wandered out into the main area, expecting to find either Bill, or Len, intending to offer, once again, to save cities from the maruading undead hordes. He hadn't found anyone, which was not all that unexpected, really, other than the sort of expectation that Bill would be there, distracting himself. But he wasn't. Maybe he and Len were...well. It did not occur to De that Bill would, in any way, be breaking his promise.
Today, he tried again, but the main room was still empty. He sat down on one of the chairs, PADD with a book loaded onto it next to him, and idly fiddled with one of the controllers.