✖ anxiety attack: 008 ✖ ZOMBIEFIELD ✖

[notlikethemovie]

[A. 339 Brady Lane | backdated to Saturday morning]

[Mika had wondered what the sounds were, but as soon as she realized what exactly she was seeing shambling down the street, she immediately began fortifying the house

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[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley doesn't look too great now, having been bitten on the neck as far back as Sunday. But he's still managing to keep his cool, laid back demeanor. His hands are in his pockets and his sunglasses are firmly in place. He happens upon Mika and arches a brow.]

Er... They won't attack you, you know.

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[notlikethemovie]

That's not it, I...I need help.

[She needs it, she can't hold out much longer but she's trying and it hurts. Mika only cries harder.]

[eyesofaserpent]

.... [He frowns a bit, actually looking a little sympathetic.]

It's the hunger, isn't it?

[notlikethemovie]

I need help.

[Something about her voice changes and she drops the hand that was hiding her face. Her eyesockets are empty pits, blackened gore crusting around the holes and having left red stains down her cheeks. The skin around her mouth has split and more darkened blood drips from her lips.]

Help me.

[eyesofaserpent]

...... [Well, this isn't really the worst he's seen in the last few days, but he still flinches a bit at the sight.]

Stick with me, kid. I'm sure this'll all blow over soon enough and you'll be right as rain.

[notlikethemovie]

Hah-aaaaaauuuuuuuu....

[It's an inhuman sound, and she covers her face again as she cries into her hand. She'll limp after him for now.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He's not really good with dealing with people's emotions, but he pats her on her head gently. She seems like she can use that much at least.]

Have you eaten since you were attacked?

[notlikethemovie]

Yeah, but it doesn't help.

[She sniffs, her lips curling to expose bloodied gums and yellowing teeth. Mika whimpers softly as her tattered ears droop.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Really? I found it staved the hunger off for a while.

[Okay, fine. He gently wraps an arm around her shoulders, guiding her along. It's breaking his black little heart to be so nice, but really... There's enough evil in Mayfield that he needs do do more good to level it out and keep up his side of the Arrangement.]

[notlikethemovie]

It's no good, it only makes it worse in the end.

[Can the undead hiccup? No, but she makes a gagging sound before spitting out a mouthful of congealing blood. So gross, she hates this, hates how hungry she is.

But the hug is nice and she almost allows herself to relax against him. Almost.]

[eyesofaserpent]

... I suppose we could go seek out Death. He could at least reap you and you'll probably wake up tomorrow normal.

[notlikethemovie]

Death? He's here?

[Wait what. That doesn't even make sense. Well, it does sort of but it doesn't?]

But...but I can't, I have to...I have to...

[What was she trying to do before she got so hungry she could hardly think?]

[eyesofaserpent]

Bugger. You've gotten too mental with hunger to think straight, haven't you? Here. Sit down here and don't move.

[He sets her ona bench and pats her head again.]

[notlikethemovie]

Ha-aaaauuuuuhhhhh....

[Her ears twitch and her tail wags a little, losing bits of fur and skin as it does. But Mika does what he says and sits patiently, rocking only a little.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley saunters off and returns about ten minutes later with a hunk of meat visually unrecognizable as having been part of a human once. It's also on a plate. He offers it to her.]

Er... It's a little cold, but it should do. Sorry about that.