DAY 17 [AFTERNOON]
[A few grumbled swears can be overheard amidst the static; Travis is fiddling with the walkie talkie he's found.]
--thing's a real piece of-- [Thud. The batteries are starting to die a bit--so, of course, the obvious course of action is to hit the WT.] --hey, is this thing working? Hello?
All right. Two questions for whoever the hell's listening to this. One: where am I? I'm pretty sure this ain't fucking Kansas anymore, unless Toto's rotted and developing a taste for human flesh. Ugly sonuvabitch nearly bit my leg off... I saw a sign earlier--San Gwann or something, I guess? Where the fuck is that? And two, how th--
[The distinct crash of breaking glass rings through the air, punctuated by snarls. Something's arrived.]
...shit. Don't these things stay dead...? [An electronic hum. Travis has drawn his weapon. Denim brushes against the microphone as he hastily stuffs the WT in his pocket.] Whatever. Doesn't matter.
You wanna play fetch? Okay. We'll play some fucking fetch.
--thing's a real piece of-- [Thud. The batteries are starting to die a bit--so, of course, the obvious course of action is to hit the WT.] --hey, is this thing working? Hello?
All right. Two questions for whoever the hell's listening to this. One: where am I? I'm pretty sure this ain't fucking Kansas anymore, unless Toto's rotted and developing a taste for human flesh. Ugly sonuvabitch nearly bit my leg off... I saw a sign earlier--San Gwann or something, I guess? Where the fuck is that? And two, how th--
[The distinct crash of breaking glass rings through the air, punctuated by snarls. Something's arrived.]
...shit. Don't these things stay dead...? [An electronic hum. Travis has drawn his weapon. Denim brushes against the microphone as he hastily stuffs the WT in his pocket.] Whatever. Doesn't matter.
You wanna play fetch? Okay. We'll play some fucking fetch.