MHA Poolside, Thursday
So, there were apparently zombies on the island. Fucking wonderful. Just when he'd started to get the area around MHA cleaned up from the shit slinging birds, the walking undead decided they wanted out of their eternal resting places. His luck was so fucking bad sometimes.
Of course, just because there were zombies didn't mean Loki was going to bar himself up in his apartment with a can of spam and a crowbar. What the fuck kind of fun would that be? Instead, he came out to the pool and actually cleaned it up a little bit before taking a seat in one of the chairs and relaxing. The weather was warmer and there was the smell of rotting flesh on the air.
This really was a fucking paradise wasn't it? Whatever, unless the zombies were prepared to fork over some fucking dough, they weren't getting near his shit. He was already dead. Wasn't like he could get deader.
He hoped. Fuck, that would suck.
[No OCD but totally open for the alive, dead and undead (and I'm going to stick a link in the zombie post when it goes up whoo!)]
Of course, just because there were zombies didn't mean Loki was going to bar himself up in his apartment with a can of spam and a crowbar. What the fuck kind of fun would that be? Instead, he came out to the pool and actually cleaned it up a little bit before taking a seat in one of the chairs and relaxing. The weather was warmer and there was the smell of rotting flesh on the air.
This really was a fucking paradise wasn't it? Whatever, unless the zombies were prepared to fork over some fucking dough, they weren't getting near his shit. He was already dead. Wasn't like he could get deader.
He hoped. Fuck, that would suck.
[No OCD but totally open for the alive, dead and undead (and I'm going to stick a link in the zombie post when it goes up whoo!)]