Characters: Wolfgang Grimmer [ou], The Joker [ou] When: April 14th, Afternoon Where: Downtown Nesreca Rating: PG-13 Summary: A rather confused East German journalist arrives amidst the zombie invasion. ( There's a trade-off... )
Grimmer reluctantly made eye-contact with the Joker as he spoke, but other than his tightly held his jaw, his face was emotionless.
Grimmer remained silent until after the Joker was far away. He broke the silence with a quiet sigh, and let his shoulder's relax. That was...a very upsetting encounter. He'd never felt so unnerved by a person in ages.
The tall German checked the Joker's card to see if there was anything on it, before he tucked it away into his bag. He was different from that man. After all, he did not look down on the normal people, and he did not enjoy the suffering of others. He tried his best to shove the Joker's words out of his mind.
Grimmer walked back towards the entrance. He needed to confirm that the clown was screwing with him. After all, there was no way that...
Grimmer suddenly froze in shock. In front of him was a certain obese and corrupt Czechoslovakian Police Officer.
"T-There's no way..." Stiener had killed him! After the corrupt man and his lackeys had torn out each of Grimmer's fingernails, he had fainted. When Grimmer awoke in the corner, he found all of his torturers laying still as bloody, broken corpses...
Grimmer's hands tearing flesh apart, a skull being cracked against the concrete wall; a neck snapping beneath his grip...
The minuscule images died out before Grimmer could even recognize them, and the lanky man found himself staring in shock through the oblivious transparent man.
"Oh god, he was telling the truth?"
Just when he thought his life couldn't become any more complicated...
After several attempts to interact with the dead people, he set out to find the "others to shack with" that the Clown had talked about. He did his best to keep himself from dwelling on their conversation the entire time.
Grimmer remained silent until after the Joker was far away. He broke the silence with a quiet sigh, and let his shoulder's relax. That was...a very upsetting encounter. He'd never felt so unnerved by a person in ages.
The tall German checked the Joker's card to see if there was anything on it, before he tucked it away into his bag. He was different from that man. After all, he did not look down on the normal people, and he did not enjoy the suffering of others. He tried his best to shove the Joker's words out of his mind.
Grimmer walked back towards the entrance. He needed to confirm that the clown was screwing with him. After all, there was no way that...
Grimmer suddenly froze in shock. In front of him was a certain obese and corrupt Czechoslovakian Police Officer.
"T-There's no way..." Stiener had killed him! After the corrupt man and his lackeys had torn out each of Grimmer's fingernails, he had fainted. When Grimmer awoke in the corner, he found all of his torturers laying still as bloody, broken corpses...
Grimmer's hands tearing flesh apart, a skull being cracked against the concrete wall; a neck snapping beneath his grip...
The minuscule images died out before Grimmer could even recognize them, and the lanky man found himself staring in shock through the oblivious transparent man.
"Oh god, he was telling the truth?"
Just when he thought his life couldn't become any more complicated...
After several attempts to interact with the dead people, he set out to find the "others to shack with" that the Clown had talked about. He did his best to keep himself from dwelling on their conversation the entire time.
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