//my eyes are open. Im sure my eyes are open. where am I? Howd I get here? Why is there a troupe of reavers in my head? OK, blurry light, blurry light is better then no light, which is better then dark, which is... gorram it. That dont make sense. All right, so, fuzzy light, bed that aint mine and body heat thats small and furry. furry, and ( Read more... )

*DEATH takes up his post at the clinic, bringing BInky in with him today, for company. He scratches the horse affectionately and then begins to braid condoms into its mane while he passes the time, waiting for patients. For those that cannot see DEATH, there is a cheery sense of dread in the area and a white horse, with condoms appearing in its ( Read more... )

Phoebe heard sounds start filtering into her brain. She didn't want to wake up just yet. Waking up meant pain and worry and zombies ( Read more... )